Last Call at the Rose Room

Last call at the Rose Room, the band has gone to bed

Just echoes on the parquet and thoughts left unsaid

The singer's boa's folded, the microphone is bare

But I'm still in the corner, pretending you'll be there

The candles turn to memory, the ashtrays to regret

And every whispered promise is a song I can't forget

We danced in borrowed hours, we laughed against the time

But now the night is silent and the bills no longer rhyme

Last call at the Rose Room, the final toast is mine

I'll raise it to a love we left behind the wine

You were the song that lingered in a key I couldn't find

And now I hum the silence, no encore, just rewind

They'll close the doors and sweep the floor, and I will rise and go

The lights will fade, the roses wilt, the tempo will grow slow

But somewhere in the shadows, your footsteps still align

To a rhythm we once danced to, in the hush between the chimes

Last call at the Rose Room, the final toast is mine

I'll raise it to a love we left behind the wine

You were the song that lingered in a key I couldn't find

And now I hum the silence, no encore, just rewind