And his hand it fell behind herAs his arm it reached aroundAnd she looked at the windowAnd she watched the shade go downIt was a private conversationNo one heard her sayThat man she left behind herWas two thousand miles awaySinging boy pick up that fiddleAnd play that steel guitarAnd find yourself a ladyAnd dance right where you areThere was a lonely girl from nowhereWith a smile all sweet with painAnd she never stopped to wonderIf she'd see him againIt was a private conversationNo one heard her sayThat man that she was looking forWas only twenty streets awaySinging boy pick up that fiddleAnd play that steel guitarAnd find yourself a ladyAnd dance right where you areAnd the band it just kept playingAs she came walking inAnd he never stopped to wonderIf he'd see her againIt was a private conversationNo one heard him sayThat girl he left behind himWas two thousand miles awayHe just sang boy pick up that fiddleAnd play that steel guitarAnd find yourself a ladyAnd dance right where you areAnd the moral of this storyIs I guess it's easier said than doneTo look at what you've been throughAnd to see what you've becomeIt's a private conversationNo one hears you sayIt's a private conversationAnd his hand it fell behind herAs his arm it reached aroundAnd she looked at the windowAnd she watched the shade go downIt was a private conversationNo one heard her sayIt was a private conversationNo one heard him sayIt was a private conversationNo one heard her sayIt was a private conversation