She works late nights, except on Sundays
She never lets her whole mouth, smile at a time.
She's waitin' tables, waited her whole life
Not really lookin' hard, just feelin' the winds change.
She asked me if I was ready to order,
And I thought you and me tonight,
And a dash for the border.
I see fear flash, in those dark eyes
Tells me that thought and orders
Won't be the same.
Who's the coward, who's the angel
Who's the night watch,
While I'm rollin' this thing down.
Was it in her heart, was it in her eyes,
Was it in the movies, on a street across town.
I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it's just
The gutless romantic in me.
I wrote down the words, and checked on my grammar.
Tried to tell her for the longest time, she's kept me up nights.
I can tell in her face that she don't think she's beautiful,
And she can see in mine just how wrong she can be.
The words go on, to speak forever,
Of a little place,
We could call our own.
Except on Sundays, she asks for my order
And I smile in her hopeless eyes,
And breathe my words to the night
Who's the coward, who's the angel
Who's the night watch,
While I'm rollin' this thing down.
Was it in her heart, was it in her eyes,
Was it in the movies, on a street across town.
I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it's just
The gutless romantic in me.
I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it's just
The gutless romantic in me

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