Private Conversation

And his hand it fell behind her As his arm it reached around And she looked at the window And she watched the shade go down It was a private conversation No one heard her say That the man she left behind her Was two thousand miles away Singing boy pick up that fiddle And play that steel guitar And find yourself a lady And dance right where you are There was a lonely girl from nowhere With a smile all sweet with pain And she never stopped to wonder If she'd see him again It was a private conversation No one heard her say That man that she was looking for Was only twenty streets away Singing boy pick up that fiddle And play that steel guitar And find yourself a lady And dance right where you are And the band it just kept playing As she came walking in And he never stopped to wonder If he'd see her again It was a private conversation No one heard him say That girl he left behind him Was two thousand miles away He just sang boy pick up that fiddle And play that steel guitar And find yourself a lady And dance right where you are And the moral of this story Is I guess it's easier said than done To look at what you've been through And to see what you've become It's a private conversation No one hears you say It's a private conversation And his hand it fell behind her As his arm it reached around And she looked at the window And she watched the shade go down It was a private conversation No one heard her say It was a private conversation No one heard him say It was a private conversation No one heard her say It was a private conversation