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 dance floor
and they swear it just isn’t fair
They didn’t make them 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 w
ith 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 night
looking for the man of her dreams
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 feeling
that my opinion doesn’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