And his hand it fell behind her   As his arm it reached around   And she looked out the window   And she watched the shade go down      It was a private conversation   No one heard her say   That the man she left behind her   Was two thousand miles away      Singing boy pick up that fiddle   We'll play that steel guitar   We'll find yourself a lady   And dance right where you are      There was a lonely girl from nowhere   With a smile all sweet with pain   Oh, and she never stopped to wonder   If she'd see him again      It was a private conversation   No one heard her say   That the man that she was looking for   Was only twenty streets away      Singing boy pick up that fiddle   And play that steel guitar   And find yourself a lady   And dance right where you are      And the band it just kept playing   As she came walking in   And he never stopped to wonder   If he'd see her again      It was a private conversation   No one heard him say   That girl he left behind him   Was two thousand miles away      He just sang boy pick up that fiddle   And play that steel guitar   And find yourself a lady   And dance right where you are      And the moral of this story   Is I guess it's easier said than done   Look at what you've been through   And to see what you've become      Well, it's a private conversation   No one hears you say   Well, it's a private conversation      And his hand it fell behind her   As his arm it reached around   And she looked out the window   And she watched the shade go down      It was a private conversation   No one heard her say   It was a private conversation   No one heard him say      It was a private conversation   No one heard her say   It was a private conversation