He looks down across the bar,
Fixes his eyes on me.
He says, "Finish off that drink son,
It's almost Three."

I gulp down the last of my drink,
And take out my last smoke.
The tender tosses me some matches,
"You miss your girl," he jokes.

What he don't know,
Is she walked out the night before last.
Took off with some guy I don't even know.
And I don't think that she's coming back.