The lights go out each evening at eleven
And up and down our block there's not a sound
I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber
And just then the local mem'ry comes around
Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more
He's the hardest working mem'ry in this town
Turns out happiness againand then lets loneliness back in
And each night the local mem'ry comes around
Each day I say tonight I may escape her
I pretend I'm happy and never even a frown
But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me
But again the local mem'ry comes around
Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes
