scenes from a corner booth at closing time on a tuesday

there's a marlboro man with horn-rimmed glasses

holding 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 i.d. 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 cellphone 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

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?

heyyyyyyyy

then the marlboro man with horn-rimmed glasses

disappears with the dirty blonde hair

and the bartender stacks the chairs

and we all goooooo home