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?