Blues for the Weepers

The gay lights of glamour They're darkened by drama By the blues that I sing The soft singing sisters The torch bearing misters They just come to listen and dream The soft lights are glowing The champagne is flowing In each customer's eye, there's a gleam They're the weary and the weepless The sad-eyed and the sleepless They just come to listen, and to dream Now the black of the night Rings of blues in the night Somehow they both seem to belong They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones The real hip hooray ones They hang on to every word of my song 'Cause I sing about their drama Their fast fading glamour And the blues that I sing is their theme For the soft singing sisters And the torch bearing misters They just come to listen and dream Said the black of the night Brings the blues in the night Somehow they seem to belong They're the sad-eyed and the gay ones The real hip hooray ones They hang on to every word of my song 'Cause I sing of their drama Their fast fading glamour The blues that I sing is their theme For the soft singing sisters And the torch bearing misters They just come to listen and dream Blues for the weepers They just come to listen and dream The soft singing sisters The torch bearing misters They come to listen and dream Blues for the weepers Blues for the weepers They just come to listen and dream