Song for a Saturday night

I have this recorded by Ann Hampton Callaway. It's amazing, and perfectly describes how I feel tonight, alone on this yucky rainy Saturday.

Old Friend

Every time I’ve lost another lover
I call up my old friend
And I say let’s get together
I’m under the weather
Another love has come to an end
And he listens as I tell him my sad story
And wonders at my taste in men
And we ponder why I do it
And the pain of getting through it
And he laughs and says
“You’ll do it again.”

And we sit in a bar and talk ‘til two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we’ve been through
How love is rare and life is strange
Nothing lasts and people change

And I ask him if his life is ever lonely
And if he ever feels despair
And he says he’s learned to love it
‘cause that’s really all part of it
And it helps him feel the good times when they’re there

Yes, we sit in a bar and talk ‘til two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we’ve been through
How love is rare and life is strange
Nothing lasts and people change

And we wonder if I’ll live with any lovers
Or spend my life alone
And the bartender is dozin’
And it’s getting time for closin’
And we figure that I’ll go it on my own

But we’ll meet the year we’re sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we’ve been through
How love is rare and life is strange
Nothing lasts and people change
Love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change