Christine Lavin - Giant TV Screen lyrics

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Christine Lavin - Giant TV Screen lyrics

Brill Cream in his hair Trouble on his mind Gla** in his hand k**in' time So he eats aonther salted hors d'oeurve Has another drink to steady his nerves And wonders about the solitary woman sitting across from him at the bar Streaks in her hair Worries on her mind Purse clutched in her lap Wonderin' where the time is gone She knows that he is staring at her Could something be the matter Or is he just another lonely traveler like her And the bartender is humming "Strangers in The Night" Measures a pink lady by the artificial light And the Yankees take the field on the Giant TV Screen She wishes he would buy her a drink She's afraid of what he must think of women who come into this kind of place alone So she leaves a dollar on the bar Gets up, goes out to her car and Drives, but not real far 'Cause there's another bar right down the road And the Bartender is humming "Strangers in the Night" And measures a wallbanger by the artificial light And the Angels take the field on the Giant TV Screen Then he wishes he had bought her that drink He's afraid of what she must think Of men who spends so much time in this place alone So he drops a dollar down on the bar Gets up, he goes out to his car Drives, but not real far 'Cause there's another bar right up the road And the bartender is singing "Strangers in the Night" Makes himself a strong one by dawns early light And Reggie hits a home run on the Giant TV Screen And he eats another salted hor'dourve Has a drink to calm his nerves And wonders about the people he serves Every night here at the bar He's afraid to look in the mirror Afraid of what he might see Can't give a straight answer If you ask him what the trouble might be He's scared of growing older But he's scared he might not grow up at all He stopped trying to make time stand still When he learned how to make it crawl Every night he goes to bed and wonders "is it me?" That keeps on holding out for something never meant to be She's afraid to look in the mirror Afraid of what she'll see there A woman with anger in her eyes And grey streaks in her hair

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