(Paul Nelson/Tom Shapiro) All at once here I am in this barroom Oh and most any night I'd be home But those old thoughts of her Are beginning to stir I need to be anywhere but alone When you close you can call me a taxi Until then you can call me a fool So just bring a glass and don't bring up the past If you did I don't know what I'd do I'm right on the edge of memory Lord knows I don't wanna fall 'Cause it tells me she'll always be gone And reminds me where I went wrong Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory And just hanging on So bartender just keep 'em coming Till she and I go out of my mind Tonight I refuse to take on the blues I'll just put off the truth till closing time I'm right on the edge of memory Lord knows I don't wanna fall 'Cause it tells me she'll always be gone And reminds me where I went wrong Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory And just hanging on Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory And just hanging on