A piano, a saxophone and a female bass singer,
A girl all alone at the corner table in a red dress,
That's the blues for ya, kid,

A slow, enveloping tune with low lighting,
He shows up late and doesn't say a word,
That's the blues for ya, kid,

The singer opens up with a sustained note accompanied by the sax,
She can't handle this anymore and starts to leave,
That's the blues for ya, kid,

A solo is played soulfully on the piano,
He calls to her to come back even though he isn't sure he still loves her,
That's the blues for ya, kid,

Now the saxophone solos and the whole cafe goes quiet,
She searches his eyes for the words he will not say,
That's the blues for ya, kid,

Finally it's the singer on her own to wrap it up,
He gets up taking one last glance of her beautiful eyes and says, "I'm sorry...goodbye."
That's the blues for ya, kid,