Hard Spaniard

A red neon sign draws him into a wine bar
Where a woman is crying
Unaware of the whiskey he's buying her.
"Can I join for a while ma'am ?"
"Honey, when you're as broken up as I am,

You'd have to be Jesus to join up all the pieces".
The night before the morning after.
"Are you here alone, can I take you home ?
It's a real disgrace
Seeing your pretty face in this ugly place".

The night before the morning after.
A ride in a taxi, to a rented
Apartment in a back street
Whiskey bottle graveyard,
Rent is low so she's trying to save hard

To get out of the city
It takes time but she won't take his pity.
They carry on drinking
And she knows what he's thinking.
The night before the morning after.

And her stockings are torn,
and the heels of her shoes are worn.
She could be a waitress, she could be an actress
But he thinks she's a temptress.
The night before the morning after.

There's a space in her bed
Where the stranger laid his head.
She remembers him kissing her,
He was such a good listener,
But he sure won't be missing her.