Table for two

A table for two please
you see I’m waiting for a friend
She’s a tall girl with a stunning smile
You’ll know it’s her when she walks in
Would you keep my glass full
get me some paper and a pen
Now I’m still here writing and it’s half past ten

Sometimes no one’s coming home
Sometimes I fly alone
Sometimes I’m looking for the answers
and there’s just ain’t no one to call

This place is closing down now
and I need something to eat
and I know I’m half wasted
when they turn me out on the street
but sometimes when I’m writing
I feel so alive
that I’m lost to my little world
and I’ve lost all sense of time

I wander back to the hotel
I stumble to the bar
I sit by the piano
and I’m playing so well that I remember
sometimes there ain’t nothing better
than being left alone
I said to the girl
as I hung up the phone

©1998 Ivany

Produced by Dwight Ivany

Engineered by Jim English

Dwight Ivany: guitar, vocals