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

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