Night Of The Blues (Version 2)

If it was hope, if it was rope
It was an alcove built on a slope
I got to you over drinks and Martinis
And slight overdue
We wait for our background to sell us the news
How we got together, the night of the blues

Sitting in the bar, initialing a star
Caught in the circle of going so far
Out-street was a crier, and the lights blew a fuse
How we got together, the night of the blues

Now that I know you, and you know me too
Panic forgives me for trying to choose
The piano was dancing, the wind knew the tunes
How we got together, the night of the blues

I made a hat out of newspaper runes
You had a chat with the men in the moons
We both had a chance to exchange our views
How we got together the night of the blues
How we got together the night of the blues