Deirdre, Pt. 1

I once met a girl at a bar I know She drank herself to sleep in her dinner coat It was a quarter past noon She whispered me a welcome form her lips and lungs But really she was speaking from the wine she'd drunk Yeah, she said "It's nice to meet ya You treat me so Gentleman Won't you take me home And back to bed Or is it only that I'm dreaming?" I took ten steps and the she yelled at me: "I have for you a letter, won't you come to me?" She signed it "Deirdre." I'm sorry for your time and this is out of line But wear it on my sleeve and if you wouldn't mind I won't leave without ya So let me take your hand To the west coast Let me take your hand To see my room, or are you not the type for leaving? Yeah, I've come around far, you know I made it East My friends, they all settled down so pleasantly But I was swimming(?) Life was pretty wild in that New York summer I bought myself a car, it was a decent one Then I drove to Austin To find my love Had up and gone To find my love With another one Or is it only that I'm dreaming?