Say, have you seen
That woman sat at the counter
I never know
If she’s coming or going alone
Be and behold
I’d rather sit here and wonder
A moment ago
Taking her coat
She catches cold
Now I’ve never been
The kind to fashion a lover
It ‘aint of me
But don’t think you won’t see me try
I soldier on
Hoping I might be her other
Ready to go
Or up in smoke
Only half blind
See now I
I’ve had my trouble sleeping
Maybe I could sit and dream it through
Or now I could
Pour two cups of coffee
One for me
And still there’s one for you
Now, babe, why can’t you see
That boy sat at the counter
You’d never know
If he’s coming or leaving alone
I am beholden
Now you are pulling me under
Ready to go
Taking her coat
Walking her home
Ready to go
Only a coat
I’m leading you home
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨



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