He stopped at the bar on his way to the bandstand
To strengthen his courage and weaken his pride
On an old paper napkin he wrote me this message
"When the snow's over, Mister, could I see you outside?"
To look on his face said it's no laughing matter
I nodded and cautiously walked to the door
Clutching my sleeve he said, "Mister, it's Jackie
She left me and said she won't be back no more"