(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