Random Song of the Day (RSOTD) – I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You

1973 photo of Tom Waits sitting in book store drinking from a bottle - photo by Scott Smith

This afternoon Gina was headed out to the garage where we keep the spare freezer, and she saw a cat sitting in the middle of the street. She called for it and it actually came walking up our driveway towards her. She stepped in the house to be sure both of ours were accounted for and then stepped back out, only to find it gone. She said something like “I’m not going to fall in love with you” – and we don’t need another cat, even though that hasn’t ever stopped us before.

As she was telling me the story I immediately thought of this song and played it for Gina (we call this a musical interlude) – Anyway, it’s a great one by Tom Waits from his 1973 debut Closing Time. Much like in the song, I think as soon as Gina couldn’t find the cat, she had absolutely fallen in love.

Well, I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
Cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it
Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we can make it
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

Well, the night does funny things inside a man
These old tomcat feelings you don’t understand
Well, I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

I can see that you are lonesome just like me
And it being late, you’d like some company
Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me
The guy you’re with he’s up and split, the chair next to you is free
And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me

Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out
Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout
Well, I turn around to look at you, you’re nowhere to be found
I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you

Featured Image Photo by Scott Smith


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