Lyrics:

With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frownshe sat silent at the tableHer boots were brown, should she leave townTo
play the role of lover ex-patriotA nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,You know she always gets one on the houseSh
e pulls out a letter from a bagUnder her sweater and before shereads she straightens her blouseThere's a passion in being a
lone A grace in a loveless timeThere's no new cross, there's no new signonly the sun and the changing tideAnd out of respec
t, well really must confessI never lost your number I neverlost your addressAnd if we remain friends at bestSometime later
no, no not yetwe'll smile and remember it like thisShe put back the letter,one tearfalls like a feather and disappearson t
his bar room floorThe gratuity included, you knowthe letter concludedP.S. All my love