The Waitress of St Louis'

There'd been a good rinsing so I was clear in the end
Put away all the notebooks and postcards and photographs
And never looked at them again
I expect I'll never look at them again
The scene was lit, the camera followed us to leave
Then the cuts to the adverts had me thinking
I'd never look at them again
I believe I'll never look at them again

From the sofa it still looks like somewhere that I'd know
But the photo of St. Louis you shot long ago
(Hey)

I'd had the book thrown at me and I was bent to write
All the beads and every rose and we couldn't help but thread
I swore I'd never say again
I swore I'd never say again
The microwaves were firing and I'd got a decent seat
So I ordered every solace they were offering
Just so you could turn me to them again
Then I'd know where to go again

From the inside all the furniture was rearranged just so
Those Hail Marys at St. Louis seemed so long ago
Seemed so long ago
While the steam machine was humming the last tune of the day
Did I hear you right when you said
"That's where the metaphor ends
That's where the metaphor ends"

From the outside it still looks like somewhere that I'd know
But the waitress of St. Louis left here long ago
From the outside it still looks like somewhere that I'd know
But the waitress of St. Louis left here long ago
Left here long ago