Harriet Horden (1912 - 1955) [A Night At the Savoy, 1933]

Hold on to this moment, Oh! Let it comfort you
Forget about all your worries, as I sing you the blues
The sweet note cadence holds a mellow soulful tune
We're open from ten till dawn tonight
So Mama's gonna sing it for you...

The father on his swing seat reads the final notice again
The salesman, keeps on walking,
dusty shoes won't pay the rent
The lines have started forming,
for the soup kitchen down the street
Where skinny dogs fight for all the scraps
that even the bums won't eat

Sugar Daddy, buy me another drink,
Find me somewhere inside this glass,
where I don't have to think
Outside, the real world is as lost as it can be
But inside here the night is alive with possibilities

The boarded window's poster for the Easter time parade
Has scrawled across its banner,
that the start will now be delayed
The only sign of marching was the final run on the bank,
Which left the tellers telling me,
that the firm had drawn a blank