Tom Waits - Closing Time

Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Fallin' in love just makes me blue.
Well the music plays, and you display your heart for me to see.
I had a beer and now I hear you callin' out to me.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Now the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it
Before the evening's gone away
I think that we can make it.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the night does funny things inside a man,
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand.
Well, I turn around and look at you, and
light a cigarette
Wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome, just like me
And it being late, you'd like some company.
Well, I turn around and look at you
And you look back at me.
The guy you're with he's up and split,
The chair next to you's free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time,
The music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well, I turn around and look at you
Nowhere to be found
Search the place for your lost face,
'Cause I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

~Tom Waits