They told me, “Look up Jimmy’s no. 43”
I could hear the sounds of singing, but the entrance wasn’t clear
Iron bars in front, stairs that just went down
And this fellow smoking a cigarette

I don’t even like whiskey
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem

It turns out the bartender was the one I’d seen,
I got avocado tacos, listened to the people sing.
I sang a few myself, I was going to leave,
He said “What about a whiskey ‘fore you go?”

I don’t even like whiskey…

I had no money but he said, no it’s on me.
He poured me samples, one at a time.
His sister came in with a friend to have a beer
He talked like he’d known us all for years

I don’t even like whiskey…

He walked his sister home, and me, I got lost
We dispersed into the grid, walking off into the night
I tried to make sense of the pattern of the streets
But I didn’t mind
Getting lost is fine…

I don’t even like whiskey…

I don’t even like whiskey
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem
And there is a kindness about
You