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