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      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