Table for Blue

She sits at the table

But she hardly eats

Sad eyes, expensive wine

So soft when she speaks

I stand at my station

Dirty dishes in my hand

I fantasize, a boy my size

Growing up to be her man

Table for blue

Table for blue

Only a few still linger

Looks like it's time to go home

She turns the page, she looks my way

While I write this song for her

Table for blue

Table for blue

Table for blue