here I'm leaning on the jukebox in a
crowded cafe nobody seems to mention
me or comes down my way, everybody's
got a lover, everyone's got someone
but me
I smoke another cigarette, I have
another drink I just wanna talk to
someone, I don't wanna think why
does every man or woman seems to have
someone but me

I feel like a pair of shoes nobody
wants to walk on blues of ages
closing in on me I'm smiling like
I'm happy but meanwhile there's a
vacuum where my love should be

All day I got myself prepared to make
it tonight I've been so long in
darkness how I wanna see the
light but yet it's almost closing
time and I'm still standing on my own
I realize I'm not the most goodlooking
guy in town but lord is that a reason
they have to put me down...

Once I came dancing here once I
came fooling around but now...
I'm smiling like I'm happy but lord
knows, i'm not I feel like, I look
like, I walk like, I weep like I
crawl like, I creep like the founder
of the blues