One For My Baby

It's a quarter to three, there's no one in the place, but you and me
So set 'em up, Joe, I've got a little story you ought to know
We're drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road

I know the routine, throw another nickel in the machine
I'm feeling so bad, can't we make the music easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your cold
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road

You'd never know it, but buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I want to say
And when I'm gloomy, you'd better listen to me
'Til it's all talked away

That's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

This torch I found must be drowned or it soon will explode
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long road