Frank Rae - When the Music's Over Lyrics

When the music's over
And the lights turn on
The barkeep's cleaning up his place
Can I walk you home?
Dead of the night
Walk you home, 'cause it's getting late

In this table I carved your name next to mine
It's still our booth
Like nothing's changed
Well my voice
Sounds a little bit older now
But your eyes still look the same

We've spent the last hour talking 'bout our favorite times
When we were kids, wild and free
I was sixteen
When you stole my heart
Twenty one, when you gave it back to me
You have always been more of a father's daughter
But I've been both my parents' son
There ain't nothing
We can do about it
Nothing we could have done

There ain't nothing I would change my dear
If I had to do it all again
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do or say

Now we find ourselves waiting for the rain to stop
On the front porch
Of our favorite bar
Wanna come on over?
For a final drink
I'll play your song on my guitar