Lyric Stories

She sits in the corner
Where it s reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
Won t you lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And I ll let you be friends with mine.

The cafe is old
But the candlelight s new
She orders Beaujolais wine
And says I ve thought of you too

She whispers Isn t it odd
You remind me of songs
That I d rather forget
Like feelings I longed for

You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all

I hear voices that cry
And one of them s mine
All the things I could say
Are the reasons I can t
She says I ve seen you before
In thoughts I call son
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone

The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others I knew