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

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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