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