Ballad of the Sad Cafe

The Ballad of the Sad Cafè

As the concrete angels spread their legs

The barmaid says last call

A lonely hooker´s blood-shot eyes

Stares empty ´pon the wall

A drunkard stumbles down the stairs

The jukebox´s broken down

And a sailor says he´ll buy the next round

Harper Valley´s Mrs. Johnson looks grey with shaggy hair

In the corner by the jukebox there´s an empty dirty chair

Where Gary used to sit and cry before he went away

Oh the ballad of the sad café

Where the heart is a lonely hunter

Where you hardly ever see a smiling face

And your pals have names like Daniels and Walker

And life is like an endless maze

Hey that´s Tom Waits playing piano in the corner

By the dartboard you can see Jack Dempsey´s face in a frame

A midget claims he didn´t hear the barmaid say last call

As the hooker falls asleep by the wall

Voulez-vous says the cajun-girl and wriggles up the stairs

A gentleman behind her has got his eyes filled with tears

And no-one seems to have noticed what Jesus had to say

Oh the ballad of the sad café

Where the heart is a lonely hunter

Where you hardly ever see a smiling face

And your pals have names like Daniels and Walker

And life is like an endless maze