The Next Song Lyrics

There's a little beach front bar

A girl playing autoharp

Singing Spanish songs for the lonely

The waitress brings a tea light jar

Black Russians and sangria

The last rites of the late night ceremony

The next song will break your heart

This one is just the start

You think you're lonely now

You'll be torn apart

The next song will break your heart

There's a breeze from La Concha beach

Cicada's in the summer heat

But we're not here to talk about the weather

We hear the melody rise and fall

We barely speak any words at all

The girl starts singing Boots Of Spanish Leather

The next song will break your heart

This one is just the start

You think you're lonely now

You'll be torn apart

The next song will break your heart

I've got a picture of you in my head

On the boardwalk playing chess

The old men standing round to watch you

I think about it every now and then

When I hear that song again

The one you said was going to cut me right through

The next song will break your heart

This one is just the start

You think you're lonely now

You'll be torn apart

The next song will break your heart