(Paul Nelson/Tom Shapiro)
All at once here I am in this barroom
Oh and most any night I`d be home
But those old thoughts of her
Are beginning to stir
I need to be anywhere but alone
When you close you can call me a taxi
Until then you can call me a fool
So just bring a glass and don`t bring up the past
If you did I don`t know what I`d do
I`m right on the edge of memory
Lord knows I don`t wanna fall
`Cause it tells me she`ll always be gone
And reminds me where I went wrong
Yeah I`m right on the edge of a memory
And just hanging on
So bartender just keep `em coming
Till she and I go out of my mind
Tonight I refuse to take on the blues
I`ll just put off the truth till closing time
I`m right on the edge of memory
Lord knows I don`t wanna fall
`Cause it tells me she`ll always be gone
And reminds me where I went wrong
Yeah I`m right on the edge of a memory
And just hanging on
Yeah I`m right on the edge of a memory
And just hanging on