No one loves the pianist
Who plays here every night
Who just became a fixture
Faded name upon the sign

They built this place around her
All the while she played
People came and went here
But she has always stayed

These days, she’s mediocre
But this we must forgive
Her instrument needs love but now
She has none left to give

If you listen very closely
You still can hear her play
To her passion dying softly
Till the music fades away