Bourbon and Smudged Ink

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nThe rain is tapping on the glass\nWatching all the shadows pass\nThe upright bass begins to hum\nWaiting for the dawn to come\nMy Rhodes is feeling soft tonight\nUnderneath the amber light\nI’m nursing drinks and killing time\nSearching for a simple rhyme\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe sat right there in velvet blue\nWith a look I thought I knew\nShe didn't say a single word\nThe sweetest thing I never heard\nJust a wink and then a sigh\nAs the city drifted by\n\n[Chorus]\nShe left a bottle of the good stuff\nI guess she thought I had it rough\nAnd a poem on a napkin ring\nAbout a bird that couldn't sing\nBourbon burns and ink will fade\nBest mistake I ever made\nYeah, the bourbon burns so sweet\nOn this lonely city street\n\n[Verse]\nOld Joe is leaning on the bar\nWishing on a paper star\nHe saw her slip the bottle out\nWithout a flicker of a doubt\nThe label’s torn, the seal is gone\nI’ll be here until the dawn\nThe ink is smudging on my thumb\nMaking all my senses numb\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Bridge]\nWas it real or just a ghost?\nTo the girl I miss the most\nThe trumpet moans a lonely tune\nUnderneath a paper moon\nI’m laughing at the way it ends\nWith a ghost and bourbon blends\nA little theft, a little grace\nI can’t quite recall her face\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nShe left a bottle of the good stuff\nI guess she thought I had it rough\nAnd a poem on a napkin ring\nAbout a bird that couldn't sing\nBourbon burns and ink will fade\nBest mistake I ever made\nYeah, the bourbon burns so sweet\nOn this lonely city street\n\n[Hook]\nSmudged lines and stolen rye\nUnderneath a rainy sky\nSmudged lines and stolen rye\nWatch the evening pass us by\n\n[Outro]