Mark Gothard: Music
True Romance
(Mark Gothard)
The whisky is sour over crackling ice
The piano moans, I see the blue lights
I know the bartenders here they're some friends of my friends
As I whisper in your ear you'll say again, and again and again and again,
"True Romance, I've never felt the pain,"
You let it all slip away, on the chance of another day
True Romance I thought I heard you say,
"You're not the fool that I knew, you take it all the way"
You've got the velvet dress on I'm looking down at my shoes
You're looking at my watch I'm wearing tuxedo blues
You say it's time to go home it's time to wrap things on up
I'm not done with my dancing even though I haven't even stood up
"True Romance I've never felt such pain,"
You let it all slip away, on the chance of another day
True Romance I thought I heard you say,
"You're not the fool that I knew, you take it all the way"