Between an Old Memory and Me

I was sittin' at a table
in a little pub downtown
Playin' songs on the jukebox
and pourin' whiskey down
When I heard a man’s voice saying,
«Would you like some company?»
And I had to tell him,
«this is just between an old memory and me.»
All my friends tell me
I’m a fool for holding on I know they’re tryin' to help me but I’ve been a fool too long
So why can’t they just let me be?
Can’t they see…
This is just between an old memory and me
I’m not hurtin' anybody
as far as I can see
I just need to be alone sometimes
When he goes walkin' through my mind
I don’t want to talk about it So why can’t everybody see
this is just between an old memory and me This is just between his memory and me