The Café

Spent the last eight hours in my head

She's a whole eight hours ahead of me

Staying in this little hotel off of Beverly

But I know my heart's not here

And it would rather be anywhere she is

I sit alone on a plane

Can't wait till I get to go home again

If my arms won't move, I can let my eyes hold you

All I really need sometimes

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?

I'll be at our favourite table

Won't you come and waste the day with me?

Oh, I'll be waiting on the lazy Saturday

Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters

That's all that matters to me

Oh, nothing matters to me (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

See, days have been so crazy on my end

They can be so complicated

That's why I need this conversation

Oh, I know how you take your iced coffee

You sit back while you talk to me

And I'll sit back and pull you closer

I need to feel your head on my shoulder

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?

I'll be at our favourite table

Won't you come and waste the day with me?

Oh, I'll be waiting on the lazy Saturday

Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters

That's all that matters to me

Oh, nothing matters to me

Oh, if only for a moment

Phones off, no one calling

We don't get these often

We don't get these often enough

So why don't you come and see me

At the corner of that heath

I'll be waiting, whoa

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?

I'll be at our favourite table

Won't you come and spend the day with me?

Oh, I've been waiting on the lazy Saturday

Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters

And that's all that matters to me

Oh, nothing matters to me (Oh)