Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight, tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Well, I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls are almost bare,
they've only got one bed and they've only got one prayer;
and I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight, tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Sometimes I see her undressing for me,
she's the soft naked lady that love meant her to be
and she's moving her body so brave and so free.
If I have got to remember that's a fine memory.
And I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight, tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
I've looked into the mirrors in numberless places,
they all smile back at me with their troublesome faces.
And the cards that they dealt me, there weren't any aces,
and the horses never listen to me at the races.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight, tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
There's still one or two of us walking the street,
no arrows of direction painted under our feet,
no angels to warn us away from the heat,
and no honey to keep us where it is sweet.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight, tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
And I know from your eyes
and I know from your pretty little smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
