Sunday Table

She is walking quickly Like there's some place she must be In her eyes, there's no one There is no one she needs He sits with his paper At a Sunday table Just another morning She steps into his gaze He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, they could almost fall in love Not a word is spoken No touch, no heart broken Just another morning Of a beautiful day He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, they could truly fall in love He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is nowhere she is going He looks at her She looks at him For a moment, there is stillness in the world, turning World turning round Around Around