Lyrics

THE DRAKE / © Mark Hamby 2024

Off the lobby of the Drake Hotel
There’s a quiet little corner bar
And the light that filters in is soft as skin
Ad the piano smells of sweet cigars

In the dying of an afternoon
There’s the promise of a noisy night
Napkins scrawled with old requests, you do your best
If the color in the glass is right

Happy Talk is a sad song, better off as a waltz
Summertime doesn’t last long
Let it swing, sometimes they sing

Just a ramble through the rhymes and keys
Subtle cover for a lovers’ tryst
Tales of taxi cabs and trains and autumn rains
Hurried footsteps in a London mist

Midnight Sun was a nightmare, tossed and turned in your hands
Jimmy V was the right fare
So many tunes, then gone too soon

Off the lobby of the Drake Hotel
Tiny island in a moonlit stream
And the boats that happen by might catch your eye
But they’re drifting through a different dream