Intro: CCmaj7DG
Reservations for one tonight
Em
I'll be eating by myself again
C
At that quiet little corner spot
D
Where we used to hang with all our friends
G
And I'll ease down to the local pub
Em
Climb up on the tallest stool
C
Holding court with my common sense
D
Outwitting all these common fools
C
I've got good taste for blended whiskey
G
I can see my way around this bar
D
I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
Am7D
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar
CDEm
I can't read your mind
CDG
Baby I can sense this much
Am7
When it comes to your love
DCCmaj7CCmaj7D
I feel like I'm losing my touch
Verse 2
You're not buying this anymore
My lies have come up short again
You haven't said it's over yet
Oh but I can feel a bitter wind
And after giving me your better years
And hoping for the very best
Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest
Chorus :
DAm7
When it comes to your love
DCCmaj7DCCmaj7DG
I feel like I'm losing my touch
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.