She's Got A Way About

I May Be An Antique Like The Stones, But Antiques Are Valuable.

I Consider Myself To Be An Inept Pianist, A Bad Singer, And A Merely Competent Songwriter. What I Do, In My Opinion, Is By No Means Extraordinary.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

Yes, They're Sharing A Drink They Call Loneliness But It's Better Than Drinkin' Alone.

Let Me Go On Sleeping And I Will Lose Myself In Palaces Of Sand, And All The Fantasies That I've Been Keeping Will Make The Empty Hours Easier To Stand.