David Sanborn ,2008
July 30, 1945 - (age 66)
July 30, 1945 - (age 66)
The Sad Cafe
Written by D. Henley, G. Frey, J. Walsh, and J.D. Souther
Performed by The Eagles
with David Sanborn (alt saxophone)
1980-03-04 Los Angeles, CA
Performed by The Eagles
with David Sanborn (alt saxophone)
1980-03-04 Los Angeles, CA
Out in the shiny night
The rain was softly falling
The tracks that ran down the boulevard
Had all been washed away
Out of the silver light
The past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh, it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we would sing right out loud
The things we could not say
We thought we could change this world
With words like "Love" and "Freedom"
We were part of the lonely crowd
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh, expecting to fly
We would meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
Some of their dreams came true
Some just passed away
And some of them stayed behind
Inside the Sad Cafe
The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
Now that Glory Train
It don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by
And wonder at the powers that be
I don't know why fortune smiles on some
And let's the rest go free
Maybe the time has drawn
The faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly
If they ever change at all
No use in asking why
It just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight, baby
Inside the Sad Cafe
Why don't you meet me at midnight, baby
Inside the Sad Cafe
This song was written about The Troubadour, which is a music club in Los Angeles on Santa Monica Boulevard where many fledgling musicians would congregate. Don Henley and Glenn Frey met there and became friends, later began writing together and eventually recruited Bernie Leadon and Randy Meisner to form a back up band for Linda Ronstadt. This band eventually became the Eagles.
The rain was softly falling
The tracks that ran down the boulevard
Had all been washed away
Out of the silver light
The past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh, it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we would sing right out loud
The things we could not say
We thought we could change this world
With words like "Love" and "Freedom"
We were part of the lonely crowd
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh, expecting to fly
We would meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
Some of their dreams came true
Some just passed away
And some of them stayed behind
Inside the Sad Cafe
The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
Now that Glory Train
It don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by
And wonder at the powers that be
I don't know why fortune smiles on some
And let's the rest go free
Maybe the time has drawn
The faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly
If they ever change at all
No use in asking why
It just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight, baby
Inside the Sad Cafe
Why don't you meet me at midnight, baby
Inside the Sad Cafe
This song was written about The Troubadour, which is a music club in Los Angeles on Santa Monica Boulevard where many fledgling musicians would congregate. Don Henley and Glenn Frey met there and became friends, later began writing together and eventually recruited Bernie Leadon and Randy Meisner to form a back up band for Linda Ronstadt. This band eventually became the Eagles.
(http://www.songfacts.com)
