paroles de chanson Scenes from a Corner Booth at Closing Time on a Tuesday - Caitlyn Smith

There's a Marlboro Man with horn rimmed glasses
Holdin' up the end of the bar
Yeah, he's rubbin' his neck
Drink in his hand, ignoring the band
I've seen him in this place before

She's a fake ID with dirty blonde hair
Sippin' on a Moscow Mule
Aah, shirt too low, skirt too high
Catchin' the eye of every Hefner in the room

And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
Just as lonely
Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time
On a Tuesday?

There's a cell phone man with his tie on the table
Nothin' in his glass but the rocks
Yeah, he's watchin' the door
Checkin' the time, checkin' the town
You can almost hear his heart
Tick tock

Then the door flies open and the breeze blows
And then I can see her
Wedding ring, you know that it ain't his
And her lipstick is guilty red
He pulls her close and they start to dance
And they fit right in

And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
Just as lonely
Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time
On a Tuesday?

Maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
Just as lonely
Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time
On a Tuesday, hey

Then the Marlboro Man with horn rimmed glasses
Disappears with the dirty blonde hair
And the bartender stacks the chairs
And we all go home