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