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Slow orchestral jazz blues ballad, late 1950s supper-club atmosphere, warm velvet male crooner vocal, elegant and restrained delivery, intimate smoky bar mood, whiskey-and-midnight melancholy, lush string orchestra, soft brushed drums, upright bass, gentle jazz piano, muted trumpet fills, subtle saxophone responses, rich vintage tape warmth, graceful blues harmony, cinematic old Hollywood lounge sound, bittersweet reflective emotion, spacious arrangement, romantic but weary, polished vocal phrasing, nostalgic fading-life theme. [Verse 1] The room is low and amber, The clock forgets to chime. I nurse a glass of whiskey And bargain with the time. The band is soft as velvet, The night is wearing thin. I count the doors I passed by And never entered in. [Chorus] Oh, how life could be, Had I known where to go. How bright the moon might seem, Had I walked less slow. The years came by like strangers, Too polite to stay. Now I toast their shadows As they fade away. [Verse 2] No trumpets named my morning, No roses crowned my name. I only learned the sorrow Of almost, nearly, same. [Piano Solo] [Chorus] Oh, how life could be, Had I known where to go. How bright the moon might seem, Had I walked less slow. The years came by like strangers, Too polite to stay. Now I toast their shadows As they fade away. [Outro]