Disque Bleu

<br>The bar is crowded and bright<br><br>But inside I feel empty and decaying<br><br>The smoky air full of music and words<br><br>Its our record that is playing<br><br><br><br>Disque bleu is all that I hear<br><br>Songs that we loved now make me cry<br><br>Disque bleu brings only a tear<br><br>You were singing good<br><br>But you were singing your good-byes<br><br>To me tonight<br><br><br><br>The night is warm and the pavement<br><br>Below is a river of young lovers<br><br>A radio drifting in makes me hide<br><br>With my heart beneath the covers<br><br><br><br>Disque bleu is all that I hear<br><br>Songs that we loved now make me cry<br><br>Disque bleu brings only a tear<br><br>You were singing good<br><br>But you were singing your good-byes<br><br>To me tonight<br><br><br><br>You gave no indication<br><br>This was happening to us<br><br>You showed no hesitation<br><br>As you quickly waved<br><br>From your seat on the bus<br><br>That pulled away<br><br><br><br>Disque bleu is all that I hear<br><br>Songs that we loved now make me cry<br><br>Disque bleu brings only a tear<br><br>You were singing good<br><br>But you were singing your good-byes<br><br>To me tonight<br><br><br><br>You gave no indication<br><br>This was happening to us<br><br>You showed no hesitation<br><br>As you quickly waved<br><br>From your seat on the bus<br><br>That pulled away