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
Theres a passion in being alone
a grace in a loveless time
Theres no new cross,
theres 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
She put back the letter,
one tear falls like a feather
and disappears on the bar room floor
The gratuity included,
you know the letter concluded
P.s. all my love
Theres a passion in being alone
a grace in a loveless time
Theres no new cross,
theres 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
