Lies of Love

There’s a place down here called loser’s corner, where the old guys nurse their drinks and stare
at the young girls out there on the dancefloor and they swear it just isn’t fair
they didn’t make ‘em like that when I was their age if I could only be young again
but the next round of drinks is easier to buy then all the days that have been
there’s a chair for you there

Rita uses love as a weapon, with both barrels aimed at your heart
but she’s not gunning for affection, but her Daddy’s sin in the dark
and all the men in her life have been twisted and wrapped around her tight
to shield the little girl that’s somewhere inside she holds on to with all her might
save a chair for her there

Bobby licks his wounds like a dog. He’s heard they heal faster that way
He says he moved here for a reason, but the only gigs he can play
are the ones where everybody listens and they hang on every single word
but lately no one shares his dreams, his wisdom isn’t getting heard
save a chair for him there

Brenda is down here every nite, looking for the man of her dreams
and you can bet by the end of the evening, she’ll find one to help her out of her jeans
I’ve heard she’s from a wealthy family of corporate lawyers from somewhere back east
so she’s down here slumming, casting out a line, fishing for catch and release
save a chair for her there

And me I’m fighting off this felling that my opinion don’t matter at all
and I’m technicolor painted in the corner, with my back super-glued to the wall
I’m losing my place in line and my voice is lost on the wind
and the feeling that I’m the biggest loser of all is washing over me again
save a chair for me there