午夜钢琴独白

Ice is melting in my glass;

2 a. m. is moving slow;

Watching every second pass;

But nowhere left for me to go;

Pour another drink for the pain;

Waiting on a midnight train;

It's a blue kind of day;

It's a blue kind of day;

Grand piano plays our song;

Smoke is curling in the air;

I've been sitting here too long;

Still looking for you in that chair;

Pour another drink for the pain;

Waiting on a midnight train;

Is a blue kind of day;

Is a blue kind of day?

The saxophone is crying out your name;

The needle skips along the groove;

Nothing ever feels the same;

When I got nothing left to prove;

Pouring on the drink for the pain;

Waiting on a midnight train;

It's a blue kind of day;

It's a blue kind of day;