| Lyrics: | With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
she sat silent at the table
Her boots were
brown, should she leave town
To play the role of lover ex-patriot
A nod to the waiter,always
her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a
bag
Under her sweater and before she
reads she straightens her blouse
There's a
passion in being alone A grace in a loveless time
There's no new cross, there's no new
sign
only the sun and the changing tide
And out of respect, well really must
confess
I never lost your number I never
lost your address
And if we remain friends at
best
Sometime later no, no not yet
we'll smile and remember it like this
She put
back the letter,one tear
falls like a feather and disappears
on this bar room floor
The
gratuity included, you know
the letter concluded
P.S. All my love |
