losing my touch þarký sözü

reservations for one tonight
i´ll be eating by myself again
at the quiet little corner spot
where we used to hang with all our friends

and i´ll ease down to the local pub
climb up on the tallest stool
holding court with my common sense
outwitting all these common fools

(chorus)
i´ve got good taste for blended whiskey
i can see my way around this bar
i can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
and smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar
i cant read your mind
baby i can sense this much
when it comes to your love
i feel like i´m losing my touch

you´re not buying this anymore
my lies have come up short again
you haven´t said it´s over yer
oh but i can feel a bitter wind
and after giving me your better years
and hoping for the very best
closing time is drawing near
as i sit alone with all teh rest

(chorus)

when it comes to your love
i feel like i´m losing my touch