Blue Martinis

music/lyrics by Allen Wentz

She works the floor from 8 to dawn
Wishing they might all be gone
Balancing trays and sanity with great aplomb

Got a boss in the back who’s often drunk
Would like to see him quartered, in a trunk
Wants to get home before the morning sun comes up

And I, can't live without her near me

She fills the shaker with lots of ice
Thought to blow her brains out once or twice
Blue Martinis don’t give advice to strangers

Better look twice before you cross
Directions would imply you’re lost
Your satellite hosting GPS is down tonight

I can’t live without you near me

I could never hold up that way
Yet she, puts up with it every day

You got nothing from that guru
Your eyes are staring right back at you
A train is coming down the track from far away

What you see is someone bleeding
Its you, your heart that needs love feeding
Every breath of air is for the one you love

chorus

Plant the seed, enjoy the process, soon you’ll see what love has brought us

guitar break

Bottoms up, its last call rising
One last patron, not surprising
Stubborn as the night is long its time to close

Clean the joint and warm the engine
The bite of cold requires attention
Blue Martinis don’t give advice to strangers

chorus

℗ & © 2019 From Wentz It Came, ASCAP