I'm sitting in this place again  The same old place I used to sit when young  Behind the bar the same old face  That used to serve the root beer for a song  The tapestry upon the wall  Has faded since the last time I was here  The ceiling a shade darker  It's been painted with cigarettes smoked through the years  But still there's something different  As I gazed into my whiskyglass 't was when I knew  I looked around and close my eyes  and guess that something different must be you.    The juke box in the corner plays the same old song  A song of long  Your fotograph hangs by the door  Reminding me of friends I used to know  I guess those were the good old days  There's really nothing like those good old days  A simple kiss then we shool hands  We said good-bye and went our different ways  I've been away so long now  And when I look back it's more than I can bear  I buy another drink and as I place it to my lips  I shed a tear.    I'm sitting in this place again  The same old place I used to sit before  Behind the bar the same old face  That won't serve me no whisky anymore  But still there's something different  As a gaced into my whiskyglass 't was then I knew  I looked around and close my eyes  I guess that something different must be you  I looked around and close my eyes  I guess that something different must be you.