If it was hope, if it was rope It was an alcove built on a slope I got to you over drinks and Martinis And slight overdue We wait for our background to sell us the news How we got together, the night of the blues Sitting in the bar, initialing a star Caught in the circle of going so far Out-street was a crier, and the lights blew a fuse How we got together, the night of the blues Now that I know you, and you know me too Panic forgives me for trying to choose The piano was dancing, the wind knew the tunes How we got together, the night of the blues I made a hat out of newspaper runes You had a chat with the men in the moons We both had a chance to exchange our views How we got together the night of the blues How we got together the night of the blues