For all I can see is your face
Through the feature picture and what's comin' soon.
When your gal has left you
Ain't nothin' worse
Than goin' to the movies in the afternoon.

There's a smell of disinfectant and the scent of cheap cologne
And beside my seat a crushed-up Baby Ruth,
And a lady in a flowered hat is sittin' all alone
And she's weepin' for the faded dreams of youth.

And all I can see is your face
Through the feature picture and what's comin' soon.
When your gal has left you
Ain't nothin' worse
Than goin' to the movies in the afternoon.

The screen goes white, the curtains close and like a ghost I rise,
For I know you won't be there when I get home,
And I walk into the sunlight and it burns and blinds my eyes,
And through the lonely city streets I roam.

And all I could see was your face
Through the feature picture and what's comin' soon.
When your gal has left you
Ain't nothin worse
Than goin' to the movies in the afternoon.