The Pianist Plays Us Out

Lyrics

The bar is nearly empty now
The candles burning low
The pianist rolls his sleeves back up
And lets his fingers go
He plays the song we all remember
From a long-gone summer night
And the whole room hums together
In the warm and fading light

The pianist plays us out
Every chord a little door
Back to all the nights we loved
And the ones we love some more
Raise a glass to the music
Raise a glass to the hands
The pianist plays us out
And the evening understands

A waitress folds the napkins
Keeping time upon her knee
Two old friends share a table
With a pot of cooling tea
The coats are on the hooks still
Nobody wants to leave
When the last song holds the moment
Like a gift up your sleeve

The pianist plays us out
Every chord a little door
Back to all the nights we loved
And the ones we love some more
Raise a glass to the music
Raise a glass to the hands
The pianist plays us out
And the evening understands

Let the final chord hang softly
Let the silence take its turn
There are songs that end the evening
And songs that make us yearn

The pianist plays us out
Every chord a little door
Back to all the nights we loved
And the ones we love some more
Raise a glass to the music
Raise a glass to the hands
The pianist plays us out
And the evening understands

And the evening understands