John Prine — The Blue Side of Lonesome

I'm calling to tell you it's over Yes, darling, you're now free to go You're saying you're sorry you hurt me But you hurt me much more than you know You're asking me where this call comes from Oh, I hope that you won't end up here If your new romance turns out a failure Here's where to find me, my dear I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a barstool not doing so well The floor has a carpet of sorrow But no one can weep in the aisle And they say someone broke the bar mirror With only the ghost of a smile The hands on the clock never alter For things never change in this place There's no present, no future, no past, dear You're the one who has lost in love's race I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a barstool not doing so well