Piano Men

This is the story of a Saturday
No matter what month
And a man sitting at the piano
In a bar I’ll never forget

He takes the glass and his hands shake
Tired of smoke and sweat
And he clings to his lifeboat
Returning to his endless song
La la la la la la la

Play that piano again, man
You make me feel alright
The night is so sad that your song
Tastes like defeat and honey

Every time the wall mirror
Returns his skin to youth
His eyes light up and his childhood
Comes to play along with him

But there are always drunk fools
Who remind him who he was
The youngest master at the piano
Defeated by a woman
La ra la la la la la la

Play that piano again, man
You make me feel alright
The night is so sad that your song
Tastes like defeat and honey

The microphone smells like beer
And the heat could be cut
Dark loners looking for a partner
Rushing through another Saturday

There’s a man clinging to a piano
Emotion soaked in alcohol
And a voice that says: You look tired
And the sun hasn’t even come up
La ra larala la la la

Play that piano again, man
You make me feel alright
The night is so sad that your song
Tastes like defeat and honey