The Next Song

There's a little beach front bar A girl playing autoharp Singing Spanish songs for the lonely The waitress brings a tea light jar Black Russians and sangria The last rites of the late night ceremony The next song will break your heart This one is just the start You think you're lonely now You'll be torn apart The next song will break your heart There's a breeze from La Concha beach Cicada's in the summer heat But we're not here to talk about the weather We hear the melody rise and fall We barely speak any words at all The girl starts singing Boots Of Spanish Leather The next song will break your heart This one is just the start You think you're lonely now You'll be torn apart The next song will break your heart I've got a picture of you in my head On the boardwalk playing chess The old men standing round to watch you I think about it every now and then When I hear that song again The one you said was going to cut me right through The next song will break your heart This one is just the start You think you're lonely now You'll be torn apart The next song will break your heart