B. Martin Who do we have here, it is a lonely man See him stirrin' up the stars in the river with his hand He's been waiting for the lady who is not gonna come Holding out a hope because you've got to have some They say you've got to have some So he sits at the bar every night 'Til he forgets why he came Says, "Give me one more one of anything at all It all tastes the same" And that photograph of her is the last thing he reads She may be far away, but she never will leave He knows she never will leave She was the heartsong She was the melody, the memory a lifetime-long Without a heartsong The part of him that you can see will still go on But inside, the song is gone So he sits at the bar 'Til he forgets why he came "Give me one more one of anything It all tastes the same" You know, it all tastes the same She was the heartsong She was the melody, the memory a lifetime-long Without a heartsong The part of him that you can see will still go on But inside, the song is gone