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