Halfway Home Cafe
I was pourin' coffee |
for table number eight I was bustin' number seven when I heard her young heart break He told her it was over they could never meet again That he found a taste of courage twisted on his wedding band Her tears began to fall but they could not touch his heart I heard him say "I'm sorry But it was all wrong from the start." There's a million other stories from the Halfway Home Cafe It's a never ending saga and they're played out every day But this one's finally over the foods all put away And the coffee pot stands empty at the Halfway Home Cafe But over in the corner at table number three Sits a father and a runaway well it looks that way to me I said "I hate to interrupt you but its really gettin' late" The young girl looked up smilin she said "Mister that's ok." |