jakemarley

"I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love with You" by Tom Waits

"Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

"Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

"Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
but we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

"I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
and it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

"Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you."

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Yeah, I know, I've been really stuck on Tom Waits lately, but he seems to have a tune for every mood. That song is me to a T, the quiet guy at the bar that looks at all the folks and drinks his beer, all the while trying to work up the nerve to walk up to that one girl, but knowing it won't do a damned bit of good. Women my age, I lemme tell ya, all they're lookin' for is a sugar daddy or a sperm donor. Well, I ain't got the sugar and I sure as Hell keep track of my sperm. I cart women back and forth from bar to bar all the time. They bitch about men - their boyfriends, husbands, ex-husbands, and any man who might potentially become any of those three. They ask my advice all the time. I tell 'em to ignore their ticking clock and to look beyond a guys wallet or his resume, just relax and enjoy life, and a decent man might just come along. Anyway, they don't really want to know what the cabbie thinks, and they'll all get home and continue their pent up lives in search of the box and the 2.3. I can't afford to give 'em the box and the 2.3 even if I wanted to, so I just count myself lucky that I get to have a conversation with a lovely lady every once in a while instead of getting robbed or whopped upside the head. Thank my lucky stars I only have to do this on weekends.

And thank my lucky stars that I decided not to work tonight and stay home and have a few beers. Little did I know my night would be made splendorous by a new Jetta set! Oh my, Jetta, the loveliest lady of all!!! Woohoohoo!!!