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