losing my touch

reservations for one tonight, i'll be eating by myself again, at that quiet little corner spot, where we used to hang with all our friends, and i'll ease down to the local pub, climb up on the tallest stool, holding court with my common sense, outwitting all these common fools, i've got good taste for blended whiskey, i can see my way around this bar, i can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox, and smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar, i can't read your mind, baby, i can sense this much, when it comes to your love, i feel like i'm losing my touch, you're not buying this anymore, my lies have come up short again, you haven't said it's over yet, oh but i can feel a bitter wind, and after giving me your better years, and hoping for the very best, closing time is drawing near, as i sit alone with all the rest, well, i've got good taste for blended whiskey, i can see my way around this bar, i can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox, and smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar, i can't read your mind, oh, but i can sense this much, when it comes to your love, i feel like i'm losing my touch, when it comes to your love, i feel like i'm losing my touch