The Local Memory 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 him
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 What a faithful mem'ry never lets me down We're both up till light of day chasing happiness away And each night the local mem'ry comes around And each night the local mem'ry comes around