Same Table, Tuesday
by Julian Ashby · Pop · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
bolero, pop, nylon guitar, trumpet, intimate
Prompt
Swing pop, warm velvety baritone crooner, slow bolero-tinged sway, nylon guitar, trumpet swells, brushed drums
Lyrics
Seven o'clock, and I'm early again Corner table, candle burning low I order her the lemon sole before she's through the door The waiter smiles, he's seen it every week I say, "Young man, it's our first date," and I mean it when I speak Forty years of Tuesdays, and my hands still shake I straighten up my collar for her sake Same table, Tuesday Same blue coat, same silver comb Same table, Tuesday Every road still leads me home Oh, tell the waiter it's our first date I'd choose you again, I'd choose you late Same table, Tuesday She tells the rainy dance hall, how I stepped on both her feet We split the bread pudding, two spoons, she takes the bigger half to eat Her hair's gone silver, the ring is worn thin She says my name across the room, I'm twenty-two again Same table, Tuesday Same blue coat, same silver comb Same table, Tuesday Every road still leads me home Oh, tell the waiter it's our first date I'd choose you again, I'd choose you late Same table, Tuesday And if the day comes that I lose the words If I forget the year, the street, the song we heard Just bring me here, light the candle low Say, "Love, it's Tuesday," and I'll know Same table, Tuesday Same blue coat, same silver comb Same table, Tuesday Every road still leads me home Oh, tell the waiter it's our first date I'd choose you again, I'd choose you late Waiter, we'll have the usual Same table, Tuesday Same table, Tuesday