Waiting tables at your restaurant job
an old man reads the paper in the booth
where I stop
to say hello when I? in town
to ask a friend if you?e around.
And I think about those summer nights
we never slept we didn't mind
and I felt so alive and happy
just sitting on the porch
and swinging back and forth
now everything seems so distant
But I promise I? not too far
when you?e alone in your brand new car
driving your new black car
into the rain
Are you listening to the radio
are you driving down a city road
are you alone in your new black car
I imagine you there.
I? sitting by the window here
the morning birds will reappear
and I feel empty
our songs are on the radio
you call me up but I have to go
and I? sorry angel.
I ? sorry.
but I