The clock is ticking on the mantelpiece, The city’s humming with a soft release. I’ve got a ticket for a dream or two, But all I’m holding is a ghost of you. The neon’s flickering a pale blue light, It’s just another lonely Tuesday night. [Chorus] Oh, meet me where the saxophone plays low, In that little basement club we used to know. We’ll let the drummer brush the cares away, And hide from all the shadows of the day. One more gin, one more spin across the floor, Until the world don’t matter anymore. [Bridge] The boys in the band are playing "Sentimental," The way they swing it is so sweet and gentle. But every note just sounds a little flat, Without your laughter under that silk hat. [Verse 2] The waiter’s sweeping up the silver dust, The brass is shining like a heart of rust. I’ll wait until the moon is paper thin, To see if maybe you’ll come walking in. But if the music ends and you’re not there, I’ll just be dancing with the empty air. [Outro] Midnight... at the Marquee... Just the blues... and me.
