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 memory comes around      Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more   She's the hardest working memory in this town   Turns out happiness again then lets loneliness back in   And each night the local memory comes around      Each day I say tonight I may escape her   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 memory comes around      Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes   What a faithful memory never lets me down   We're both up till light of day chasing happiness away   And each night the local memory comes around      Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more   It's the hardest working memory in this town   Turns out happiness again then lets loneliness back in   And each night the local memory comes around   And each night the local memory comes around