Jackson C. Frank Night Of The Blues
If it was hope
If it was rope
It was an alcove
Built on a slope
I got to you
Over drinks and Martinis
And slight overdue
We wait for our background
To sell us the news
How we got together
The night of the blues
Sitting at the bar
Initialling a star
Caught in the circle
Of going so far
Out the street was a cryer
The lights blew a fuse
How we got together
The night of the blues
Now that I know you
And you know me too
Panic forgives me
For trying to choose
The piano was dancing
The winds knew the tune
How we got together
The night of the blues
I made a hat
Out of newspaper runes
And you had a chat
With the man in the moon
We both had a chance
To exchange our views
How we got together
The night of the blues
How we got together
The night of the blues
