Tom: G C Cmaj7 D (2x) [Verse] G Reservations for one tonight Em I'll be eating by myself again C At that quiet little corner spot D Where we used to hang with all our friends G And I'll ease down to the local pub Em Climb up on the tallest stool C Holding court with my common sense D Outwitting all these common fools [Chorus] C I've got good taste for blended whiskey G I can see my way around this bar D I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox Am7 D And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar C D Em I can't read your mind C D G Baby I can sense this much Am7 When it comes to your love D C Cmaj7 C Cmaj7 D I feel like I'm losing my touch [Verse] G You're not buying this anymore Em My lies have come up short again C You haven't said it's over yet D Oh but I can feel a bitter wind G And after giving me your better years Em And hoping for the very best C Closing time is drawing near D As I sit alone with all the rest Chorus D Am7 When it comes to your love D C Cmaj7 I feel like I'm losing my touch