Although There’s a Crowd

Pages and pages, can't read anymore
Flowers and phone calls, I've seen this before
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", I've heard o'er and o'er
Apologies plenty, she left me this morn

So give me that bottle, my sorrows can't last
I got the money, so pour me a glass
Tell me some jokes, turn the music up loud
You're hard to forget although there's a crowd

Got work to do before the bar's closed
Got to get drunk, can't feed a late soul
I've got a reason, I'm sure you'll agree
That a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief

So give me that bottle, my sorrows can't last
I got the money, so pour me a glass
Tell me some jokes, turn the music up loud
You're hard to forget although there's a crowd

You're hard to forget although there's a crowd