The Waitress of St Louis'

There'd been a good rinsing, so I was clearing the air

"Put away all the notebooks and postcards and photographs

And never look at them again!"

I expect I'll never look at them again

The scene was lit, the camera followed up the lead

Then the cut to the adverts had me thinking

"Never look at them again"

I believe I'll never look at them again

From the sofa this 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 bang to rights

All the beads on every rosary couldn't count the prayers

I swore I'd never say again

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 in case I needed them again

Then I'd know where to go again

From the inside all the furniture was rearranged just so

Those 'Hail Marias' at St. Louis seem so long ago

Seem so long ago

And the steam machine whistles the last tune of the day

Did I hear you right when you say

"That's where the metaphor ends"?

"That's where the metaphor ends"

From the outside this still looks like somewhere that I'd know

But the waitress of St. Louis left here long ago

From the outside this still looks like somewhere that I'd know

But the waitress of St. Louis left here long ago

Left here long ago