He Never Looked Her Way
Copyright 1996 by Mike Murray
(Publishing assigned to Fretboard Publishing, Nashville)
One Friday down off Woody Street when the night was hot and still
A couple there was playing at the Palace Bar and Grill
Their act was tight and polished, I sat down to hear them play
They were singing close together, but he never looked her way.
She had a face just like an angel and eyes for him alone
He sang lead and set the tempo, she harmonized along
And if he knew that she existed, he never showed a trace
Lost within his own world, he stared off into space.
YOU CAN LOSE THE WORLD AROUND YOU
WHILE YOU'RE LIVING IN YOUR DREAMS
HOW IT IS AND HOW YOU'D LIKE IT
AND THE GULF THAT'S IN BETWEEN.
LOOK FOR THOSE THAT STAND BESIDE YOU
IN THE DARK AND STORMY TIMES
IF YOU HIDE THE EYES GOD GAVE YOU
YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE BLIND
When their set was over, it was deep into the night
He smiled and faced the crowd there, looking neither left nor right
While she packed up his Gibson that had seen its better days
And emptied out the tip jar into a leather case.
Then she turned back toward him with a smile so sweet and warm
And she handed him dark glasses and gently took his arm.
And he hardly even stumbled when she led him from the stage
Where they sang so close together and he never looked her way.
WHEN I REMEMBER THOSE TWO SINGERS
MY THOUGHTS DRIFT TO YOU AND ME
THERE'S NEVER ONE SO BLIND
AS THE ONE WILL NOT SEE
AND I PROMISE I'LL REMEMBER
AS WE STUMBLE DOWN LIFE'S WAY
WHEN WE'RE SINGING CLOSE TOGETHER
I'LL ALWAYS LOOK YOUR WAY
And I promise I'll remember as we stumble down life's way
When we're singing close together, I'll always look your way