Soft Touch - Meaghan Smith

Here I sit

In my red chapeau

The table’s dimly lit

As I take off my coat

Didn’t you say

That you’d meet me

Here at eight

And I wonder

Are you always

This late

Time drips by

Down the window pane

My hopes evaporate and

Come down with the rain

Storms in the forecast

And now it’s quarter past

And I wonder

How long will this last

Cause I am a soft touch

The face on my watch

And the hands

Tell me as much

I think

It’s about time that

The rain and I resign

And I wonder

When will that sun shine

The waiter comes through

«Anything for mademoiselle?»

At a table for two

I order for myself

I finish up my tea and I

Bid the night «Bon nuit»

And I won’t wonder

What might have been

No I won’t wonder

What might have been