From the napkin...

The air is musty with cigarettes and sex.
There's a tall guy in the front
playing love on his bass.
The light's too low to see his face
but that doesn't matter cause
there's no one I know here.
So i close my eyes,
let the six strings sing me words so sweet,
sounds so sweet,
from mouths of lovers I'll never meet.
For a moment, I am outside,
my tangled legs tango streets.
For a moment, I am away from the tragedy.
For a moment, I am in love. In your arms,
swearing to you that I will never stray,
I will never ever stray.
Remind me of a promise that's meant to be kept,
and I swear I'll never stray.
Now, we have world enough,
and time,
and we smile because we know we're in luck.
But the lights too low,
and the songs too loud,
and you are no where near.
And so I lose myself in the smoke and flames and burn burn burn into the evening.