Piano Man-Live At A Matter of Trust: The Bridge to Russia: Deluxe Edition-

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sitting next to me,                                                                         making love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son can you play me a memory

I'm not really sure how it goes,                                                                                 but it's sad and it's sweet

And I knew it complete,                                                                                                when I wore a younger man's clothes"

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody,                                                          and you've got us feeling alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke,                                         but there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"                                                                         as a smile ran away from his face

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star                                                             If I could get out of this place"

Now Paul is a real estate novelist,                                                                       who never had time for a wife

And he's talking with Davy, who's still in                                                                              the Navy and probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes they're sharing a drink they call "Loneliness"                                                             But it's better than drinking alone

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody                                                                           And you've got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the manager gives me a smile                                                                                    'Cause he knows that it's me they've                                                                               been coming to see, to forget about life for a while

And the piano it 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?"

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright