Before the Rifftides staff gets back to business as usual, whatever that is, we're finding it difficult to let go of thoughts about Johnny Mercer. Lines from his songs won't go away -- ever.
There's a dance pavilion in the rain,
All shuttered down...
I remember, too,
a distant bell
and stars that fell
like rain,
out of the blue.
Faint as a will-o-the-wisp,
crazy as a loon,
sad as a gypsy
serenading the moon.
The days of wine and roses
laugh and run away,
like a child at play...
Go out and try your luck--
you may be Donald Duck.
Hooray for Hollywood!
I know every trail in the Lone Star State,
'cause I ride the range in a Ford V-Eight...
This torch that I've found
must be drowned or it soon might explode.
Make it one more for my baby
and one more for the road,
that long, long road.
