Track 10 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012
Hotel Bar, Last Olive
“The bartender, the glass and the last olive, written in the bar where it all started. It's as close to a theme song as we have.”
jazz · hotel bar jazz · crooner jazz · 4:10
Lyrics
The bartender wipes the glass One more time for luck The clock above the whisky shelf Is tired and nearly stuck A man in a rumpled raincoat Stirs a drink he will not sip He's got a story in his pocket And a smile upon his lip Hotel bar, last olive One more spin around the stick Hotel bar, last olive Take it slow, there's no hurry, no trick The night is a long, kind hallway And the lamps are burning low Hotel bar, last olive Let the quiet say hello A woman in a silver coat Sits down two stools away She asks him for the time He says there's no more time today They laugh the way that strangers laugh When nobody has to stay The piano plays one gentle tune And the evening finds its way Hotel bar, last olive One more spin around the stick Hotel bar, last olive Take it slow, there's no hurry, no trick The night is a long, kind hallway And the lamps are burning low Hotel bar, last olive Let the quiet say hello Room four-twelve is waiting But the stairs can wait a while Some nights are only meant for Sitting still and half a smile The bartender dims the lights And turns the sign around The olive rests, a small green moon Without a single sound They share the final lift ride Say goodnight, and go their ways And the bar keeps what was said there For the end of other days Hotel bar, last olive One more spin around the stick Hotel bar, last olive Take it slow, there's no hurry, no trick The night is a long, kind hallway And the lamps are burning low Hotel bar, last olive Let the quiet say hello