[Verse 1] The horn section packed up their shiny things The theater is empty and the silence stings I sit alone beside the microphone stand The last remaining member of a phantom band The whiskey's gone, the ice has turned to tears I'm counting up the wreckage of the passing years [Chorus] Blow a sad note for the empty chairs For the ghost of a lover who never cares The spotlight's dead, the curtain's drawn But the fire in my belly keeps burning on I sing the blues for the tarnished brass And watch another weary midnight pass [Verse 2] A cigarette is burning to the very end I don't have a manager, I don't have a friend Just a reservoir of sorrow and a raspy tone A sovereign sitting on a broken throne I take the microphone and pull it near And sing a lullaby for me to hear [Chorus] Blow a sad note for the empty chairs For the ghost of a lover who never cares The spotlight's dead, the curtain's drawn But the fire in my belly keeps burning on I sing the blues for the tarnished brass And watch another weary midnight pass
