[Verse 1] I stood by the picture show, hair combed down just so. Two tickets in my careful hand, some candy in a paper bag. The lamps came on above the door, I checked the clock and checked once more. Then you came stepping down the road, and made the whole street slow. [Pre-Chorus] The man behind the glass said, “Son, no seats tonight.” You laughed and said, “Well, that is all right.” [Chorus] Meet me by the picture show, even if we never go. We can make our own tale, with the street lamps on the road. Meet me by the picture show, take my hand and walk real slow. The best part starts when the big doors close. [Verse 2] We stood before the painted signs, a sailor on the rolling brine. A lady with a ribbon tied, a running man with frightened eyes. You made the sad one laugh somehow, I made the brave one take a bow. We shared the sweets and missed the play, and liked it better that way. [Pre-Chorus 2] The music started soft inside, you said, “Let’s make our own tonight.” [Chorus] Meet me by the picture show, even if we never go. We can make our own tale, with the street lamps on the road. Meet me by the picture show, take my hand and walk real slow. The best part starts when the big doors close. [Bridge] No fine seat and no silver screen, no pretty star in a story scene. Just you and me with our paper bag, laughing at the pictures we never had. Maybe tomorrow they’ll let us in, maybe we’ll miss it all again. [Final Chorus] Meet me by the picture show, even if we never go. We can make our own tale, with the street lamps on the road. Meet me by the picture show, take my hand and walk real slow. The best part starts when the big doors close. [Outro] Meet me by the picture show, when the lamps are low. If the show is full, then we’ll make our own.
