Patrons laughing, full of booze.
Silently sitting in this wooden chair.
Watching, listening to fragile echoes.
My ears pick up my name.
Sounding off as a fog horn.
In front of me sits a young dame.
Piercing me with a flawless smile.
Eyes that match the sky
Staring deep into my pale gray.
Drink in hand, while I sit dry.
Giggling with all those that sit near.
Something very wrong,
Something very wrong here.
Waiting for it all along.
Listening to the momentum.
A scent of coffee beans fill the air.
Floorboards creak with liberal laughter.
Drinks serve a touch of hipster flair.
Hands interwoven with blue ribbons.
Once more sits the young dame.
Flashing a perfect smile with precise ease.
Enamored by a young flame.
Hoping to spark a wildfire.
Chilled cold of night haunts us.
As we begin to depart, I stop.
Finding my voice to address.
Holding high the glass of scotch.
Swirling into the blueness of the sky.
My heart filled with pure intentions.
A toast to life before we say goodbye.
Fragile echoes among the crowd.
Something very strong,
Something very strong here.
We knew it all along.
The imagery is unclear.
Feet begin to shuffle us on.
A closing embrace.
On different paths we walk upon,
Never forget the ones who truly care.
A different scene, a different time.
Silently sitting in my car.
My mind questions a crime.
Did I wish her a happy birthday?
.
Giggling with all those that sit near.
Something very wrong,
Something very wrong here.
Waiting for it all along.
Listening to the momentum.
A scent of coffee beans fill the air.
Floorboards creak with liberal laughter.
Drinks serve a touch of hipster flair.
Hands interwoven with blue ribbons.
Once more sits the young dame.
Flashing a perfect smile with precise ease.
Enamored by a young flame.
Hoping to spark a wildfire.
Chilled cold of night haunts us.
As we begin to depart, I stop.
Finding my voice to address.
Holding high the glass of scotch.
Swirling into the blueness of the sky.
My heart filled with pure intentions.
A toast to life before we say goodbye.
Fragile echoes among the crowd.
Something very strong,
Something very strong here.
We knew it all along.
The imagery is unclear.
Feet begin to shuffle us on.
A closing embrace.
On different paths we walk upon,
Never forget the ones who truly care.
A different scene, a different time.
Silently sitting in my car.
My mind questions a crime.
Did I wish her a happy birthday?
.
