Welcome to the house of blues
I’m the maître d’
Have a seat anywhere
Some people never leave
Most don’t eat
They just drink and stare
Order up a double
Swirl the ice around
They are troubled
Very down
But so aware

Maybe jazz will soothe
A standard the pianist plays
The clientele get lost in thought
In dreams of yesterday
After all, it’s the house of blues
Where they come to stay

Welcome, have a seat
It’s like this every day