The Sunset Marquis - Vonda Shepard

There’s a place where we hung out

At The Sunset Marquis

And I miss the way your hand felt

Resting on my knee

It was one of the few times

I didn’t want to change a thing

And the way the light hit your face just right

Was like a movie, a movie

And the way you laughed

Well it warmed the draft

Running through me, through me

And I wanna go back to try and unwind

A couple is snapping at each other

Like dirty old rubber bands

While a waitress in a cat suit

Is starting to expand

I draw a line around your finger

Like a wedding band

Then I scribble down some poetry

On a book of matches

Cause I realise I am sitting with

One of the finest catches

And suddenly in the background it was you

Playing on that radio

Burning on that stereo

In the bar at The Sunset Marquis

There was a party in my head

Where did everybody go?

One night in the blue light

I sat there all alone

And I tried to remember

The smell of your coat

Then I touched my hand and I

Whispered into my own ear, my own ear

In the background something familiar

Something was so clear, so clear

And I realised that it was me

Playing on that radio

Burning on that stereo

In the bar at The Sunset Marquis singing 'bout

All the laughs we once had darling

Oh the way it felt to me

In the bar at The Sunset Marquis