Eddie said the beat was wrong
Tom didn't like the tune
The boy with a beard in the corner
Laughed in the middle of a song
He didn't stay very long

Eddie said the lights were low
Tom said the treble was high
The boy with a beard in the corner
Laughed in the middle of a sigh
Don't think we ever even caught his eye

Sometimes I used to find
I'd be singing to you
As if you were sitting
At the table by the door

Eddie said a friend of his
Is making it big in l.a.
Ah well everybody down at malachy's
Says I'm gonna make it someday

Sometimes I used to write
A song for you
As if you were sitting
At the table by the door

Sometimes I used to find
I'd be singing to you
As if you were sitting
At the table by the door