The Waiter

I set that table up for two

In the same old corner booth

I could set my watch down to the second

He walks through the door

It's that same bottle of red

That same old "How ya been?"

I fill two glasses up just like I've done

A thousand times before

Then I let him be

Everybody says he's crazy

That old man done lost his mind

But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959

Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries

He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing, yeah

But he ain't talking to himself

He's talking to Heaven

To Heaven

Well, he orders for them both

Then he reaches in his coat

He pulls out a faded Polaroid

Same table, their first date

Yeah, he always shows it to me

And says, "Ain't she a beauty?"

I smile and nod my head

And then I turn and walk away

And just let him be

Everybody says he's crazy

That old man done lost his mind

But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959

Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries

He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing, oh

But he ain't talking to himself

He's talking to Heaven

To Heaven

Oh, he reaches for his wallet

As I clear off the coffee

He looks across the table with a tear and a smile

He says, "Babe, I'll see you later

And yes, I tipped the waiter"

Staring at an empty booth

He says, "I love you too"

Everybody says he's crazy

That old man done lost his mind

But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959

Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries

He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing, oh yeah

He ain't talking to himself

He's talking to Heaven

To Heaven

He ain't talking to himself