oscar peterson
i can't face the music
Breeze, stop moanin' those weird melodies My (man, gal) has left me and I can't face the music Without singin' the blues Your rhythm on my window pane Drives me insane because I can't face the music Without singin' the blues My heart is so broken, I've spoken To the Lord for sympathy And if He don't help me So help me !  It's the bottom of the deep blue sea For me, I'm gonna end this misery My (man, gal) has left me and I can't face the music Without singin' the blues