Lyric Losing My Touch

Reservations for one tonight
I ll be eating by myself again
At that 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 can t 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 yet
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 the rest

Chorus
When it comes to your love
I feel like I m losing my touch