Theres a man at the bar staring into space,
Why is he drinking all by himself,
What could have happened to his face,
Whats that thing on his haid,
Must have had quite a fall,
he's listening to the song thats playing,
He's hardly moving at all.

And the song sounds like the girl from (ipamina?)
And the song sounds like ten guitars,
And the song sounds like the girl from (ipamina?)
Goes walking, walking.

Theres a woman [bad word] in out of the rain,
She waits for a while and she says,
The service is pretty slow round here,
But the man doesn't here her,
He's still listening to the song,
And the song goes la la la la la la la.

She looks around the bar,
She hasnt seen for so long,
Nothing has changed,
The juke box plays the same old song.
But then a chord change
Makes the blood change direction in her veins,
And her heart says dance, dance,
Dance to her ten guitars.

The man at the bar has lost his memory,
The man at the bar could be anybody,
The bottle helps some people forget,
But can the bottle help him remember,
Can he ever remember who he was?

And the song sounds like the girl from
And the song sounds like ten guitars,
And the song sounds like the girl from ...
goes walking, goes walking.