the clock is striking guess it must be two my baby left me for somebody new i ve been here playing since she said we re through an old piano plays the blues the clock is striking guess it must be three my room is lonely as a room can be i m improvising on a memory an old piano plays the blues each evening since we met we were a close duet from dusk until the moon would glow and though she s gone i find she s hangin round my mind i guess i m not the kind to do a solo the clock is striking lord it can t be four perhaps i d better lock the downstairs door the one i play for will be here no more an old piano plays the blues i guess i d better lock the door she won t be coming back no more an old piano plays the blues an old piano plays the blues