Buena Vista Social Club

I sit alone with this record player
Offered by my dearest friend

I sit alone listening
To Buena Vista Social Club
I pour a tear in this glass
Whilst I think of that lass

If only I wasn’t just a man back then
If only I wasn’t in love
If only I tried harder
Against this lack of will

But the kids outside still play football
And the ball still falls
And I still love the sound of their
Alarm clock
Shall I give you my heart
So you could peek through the lock