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

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