Brine and the Blues

[Intro]
[Verse]
Down the velvet stairs
Past the creaking chairs
He’s waiting by the tap
In a faded wool cap
Polishing a crystal glass
Watching the minutes pass
[Pre-Chorus]
He knows your name
He plays the game
Of listening to the lies
With tired, kindly eyes
[Chorus]
Olives for the lonely
Stories told in part
He’s the quiet only
Healer of the heart
Pouring out the spirits
While the sax begins to moan
You’re never quite alone
[Post-Chorus]
(Doo-bee-doo-ba)
Just a splash of gin
(Doo-bee-doo-ba)
Let the night begin
[Verse]
A lipstick stain on white
A ghost of Friday night
He sweeps the secrets up
In a porcelain cup
No need to explain
The nature of your pain
[Pre-Chorus]
He keeps the light
Against the night
A witness to the spark
Fading in the dark
[Chorus]
Olives for the lonely
Stories told in part
He’s the quiet only
Healer of the heart
Pouring out the spirits
While the sax begins to moan
You’re never quite alone
[Bridge]
Gin and tonic truth
Wasted days of youth
A splash of bitters here
To wash away the fear
He’s seen it all before
And walks you to the door
[Hook]
Half-full, half-empty
The glass is plenty
Brine and the blues
Nothing left to lose
[Verse]
The flugelhorn is low
The tempo’s getting slow
He counts the till
And keeps it still
A master of the pause
Without a round of applause
[Chorus]
Olives for the lonely
Stories told in part
He’s the quiet only
Healer of the heart
Pouring out the spirits
While the sax begins to moan
You’re never quite alone
[Outro]