Track 4 of the EP Windows Open, Lamp Low · 2016
One More for the Road, Mr. Pianist
“The room is almost empty and I'm asking the pianist for one more. It's the truest picture of my working life.”
jazz ballad · supper-club · torch song · 3:23
Lyrics
The room is almost empty now A glass, a candle, and a smile You've played the whole night through for me Play me one more for a while I've sung this room for thirty years The last set was always mine But tonight I'll hum beside your keys And let the hour unwind One more for the road, Mr. Pianist Play it soft and play it slow One more for the road, Mr. Pianist The kind of tune the lonely know One more for the road The rain is tapping on the glass The streetlamp leans to hear Whatever you play, I'll know it well It's the one we both hold dear Don't make it grand Don't make it clever Just make it kind Just make it ever One more for the road, Mr. Pianist Play it soft and play it slow One more for the road, Mr. Pianist The kind of tune the lonely know One more for the road One more One more for the road