Taking My Business Elsewhere - Richard Thompson

If she’s not here by now

Then I guess she’s not coming

If she’s not here by now

Then I guess I don’t care

Waiter, I won’t waste your time anymore

You’ve already started to sweep down the floor

I guess she’s not coming, I’ll head for the door

I’ll be taking my business elsewhere

It wasn’t for me

That spark in her eyes

It wasn’t for me

That halo in her hair

When she touched me a lump rose up in my throat

But she must act that way with any old soak

And waiter, you don’t seem to share in the joke

So I’ll be taking my business elsewhere

She called me her fantasy

Boldly she kissed me

I’ll never get over

The sheer surprise of her

Acting that way

And I’m healing okay

But for the eyes of her

It’s cold in the rain

And it’s dark and it’s sad

And I’ll miss her tonight

On my lonely back stair

I’m sorry I took up so much of your space

I’ll move down the street to a friendlier place

'Cos I guess she’s not coming and you’re sick of my face

I’ll be taking my business elsewhere