Scenes from a Corner Booth at Closing Time on a Tuesday

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