I'm down at the club all alone
Linda's at the corner with her new shoes
talking to some french guy who's got no clue
I'm always at the bar looking at the million bottles
Mary's accepted even though she is weird
thuesday night is all hers
I'm leaning against the pillar
there's something wrong
look at that guy, he's all alone

and I wish someone would dance with me
in the desperation of having fun
and I wish someone would break through to me
in the nighttime til the morning hours

Jonathan's feeling old, but he's younger than me
there is no point in holding on to the image of youth
there is that wake up song they always play
the one we both know so well