nd
Intro
C Cmaj7 D 2x
G
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
Am7 D
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar
C D Em
I can't read your mind
C D G
Baby I can sense this much
Am7
When it comes to your love
D C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D
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
D Am7
When it comes to your love
D C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D G
I feel like I'm losing my touch