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Giant TV Screen

Brill Cream in his hair
Trouble on his mind
Glass in his hand
Killin' 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 artifical 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 raod

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
© Christine Lavin CL2 ASCAP