(Verse 1) The streetlamp flickers, a dying star Watching me watch the ghost of your car Pull away from the curb where we used to stand Now there’s nothing but cold in the palm of my hand. The rain writes a letter on the windowpane, In a language that sounds a whole lot like pain. (Chorus) And the saxophone weeps in the back of the room, Sweeping the silence with a velvet broom. Every note is a heavy, blue stone, Building a castle I call "all alone." Oh, love is a standard they play in the dark, Leaving nothing behind but a cigarette spark. (Verse 2) The ice in my glass has all melted away, Like the words that we struggled but failed to say. The piano is missing a key or two, Just like the rhythm I shared with you. I’m ordering seconds of "what might have been," While the night closes up like a rusty bin. (Bridge) They call it a blues, but it’s darker than that, It’s a worn-out coat and a crumpled hat. It’s the space in the bed where you used to sleep, It’s a secret promise I couldn't keep. (Solo Section - Slow, mournful trumpet with heavy reverb) (Chorus) And the saxophone weeps in the back of the room, Sweeping the silence with a velvet broom. Every note is a heavy, blue stone, Building a castle I call "all alone." Oh, love is a standard they play in the dark, Leaving nothing behind but a cigarette spark. (Outro) Close the tab, leave a tip on the tray... Watch the shadows just drift away. One more pour... Lock the door... The melody ends... But the blues... Wait for more. (Fade out on a lingering, dissonant bass note)
