Story Behind The Song

Written on request for a barmaid in a pub called Emma who suggested I write a song about her, given I hardly knew her it has got a strange, voyeuristic perspective with the main character helpless to do anything but write!

Song Description

An incredibly mutated waltz!

Lyrics

You walk like a Queen through the honkytonk heaven
Glide like an angel on terracotta tiles
I come in each night from five till eleven
Just to be blessed by your radiant smile

Now the cowboys,the chancers and the weekend ladies
Make conversation while thinking 'bout love
While the blonde in the corner whose beauty is fading
Gives the impression she's had more than enough

(Chorus)
Emma, my eyes can't escape you
Emma, what can I do
But pick up my pen, put words on the paper
And the words that I'm writing, I'm writing for you

What do you think of when you pick up the glasses?
Do you think of a sweetheart or a home in the sun?
Are you watchin' the clock as the night slowly passes?
Till the end of the evening when your work is all done

(Chorus)

Now the music,the laughter,the noise and the banter
Acts as a cloak for our aloneness
When the loveless find love and the lost find what there seeking
Seems to me could be anyones guess

(Chorus)

The End!