AS THE CAFÉ WAS CLOSING ON A WARM SUMMERS NIGHT
AND KATHY WAS CLEANING THE SPOONS
THE RADIO PLAYED THE HIT PARADE AND I HUMMED ALONG WITH THE TUNE
SHE ASKED ME TO CHANGE THE STATION SAID THE SONG JUST DROVE HER INSANE
BUT IT WASN'T THE MUSIC PLAYING IT WAS ME SHE WAS TRYING TO BLAME
CHORUS
AND THE SKY IS BLACK AND STILL NOW ON THE HILL WHERE THE ANGELS SING
AIN'T IT FUNNY HOW AN OLD BROKEN BOTTLE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DIAMOND RING
BUT IT'S FAR FAR FROM ME.
WELL I LEANED ON MY LEFT LEG IN THE PARKING LOT DIRT
AND KATHY WAS CLOSING THE LIGHTS
A JUNE BUG FLEW FROM THE WARMTH IT ONCE KNEW AND I WISHED FOR ONCE I WEREN'T RIGHT
WHY WE USED TO LAUGH TOGETHER AND WE'D DANCE TO ANY OLD SONG
WELL YA KNOW SHE STILL LAUGHS WITH ME BUT SHE WAITS JUST A SECOND TO LONG
CHORUS
WELL I STARTED THE ENGINE AND I GAVE IT SOME GAS
AND KATHY WAS CLOSING HER PURSE
WE HADN'T GONE FAR IN MY BEAT UP OLD CAR AND I WAS PREPARED FOR THE WORSE
"WILL YOU STILL SEE ME TOMORROW?" "NO, I'VE GOT TOO MUCH TO DO"
WELL A QUESTION AIN'T REALLY A QUESTION IF YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO