Another night coming to a close,
the restaurant is starting to empty out,
so those of us left take off our aprons,
grab seats on the patio,
and each in turn tell Erik what our poison will be for the evening.
Me... i'm going to be unoriginal again and have my standard:
Ultimate Strawberry Daiquiri with extra extra whipped cream.
I hate Wednesday nights, but i love Captain Morgan and he loves me.
We sit around, indulging and relaxing,
Counting our tips and grumbling,
Recounting our best stories from the evening
and trying to laugh rather than bitch about it
It feels good to be surrounded by these people
And know that no matter how shitty our day was,
we can all just sit on this patio and let the stars
settle into each other's eyes and bring us a little peace
We all talk so vibrantly about getting outta this town,
But what's really so bad about it?
Some nights i want to be anywhere but here,
But its nights like tonight that i wish i wouldn't have any resolves about staying...
If only i weren't trying so damn hard to leave my past behind...
It's funny, how i still blame so much on him...
That if it weren't for wanting to shut out the image of him so badly,
I could have a thousand more Wednesdays on this patio.
But every now and then,
Memories creep into my mind,
And whether they are bittersweet or just bitter...
I can't bear them anymore.
Danny enters the patio
And sits beside me at table 1000.
I watch him down an Irish Car Bomb in 2 gulps
and he flashes me one of those heart-melting smiles.
Kelly turns to me and with one hand on my knee
Whispers, "You're so lucky"
And i know i am.
But not just because everyone at this table
(guys included)
thinks that he has a perfect body and a model's face...
i know i'm lucky because i've found,
without even knowing it,
exactly what i claimed i'd never find.
He brings out that part in me that aches to just run free,
To leave behind not just the past, but everything i know,
and follow him with no inhibitions,
to wherever the sunset takes us.
To stop planning every detail in my life,
And worrying so much about tomorrow...
but rather to pack lightly and have no regrets...
just enjoy life.
It could be so easy... what am i so afraid of?
Cuz that's not me.
That's why i'm so afraid.
I live my life by the book.
I've never really liked surprises.
I don't like getting in a car unless i know where i'm headed.
I want to know where i'll be tomorrow.
And i want to be certain it will all work out.
But more and more,
life puts bags under my tired eyes.
Today it was having my request for one day off rejected.
Tomorrow it will be the pressure of finishing my paper so i can finally graduate.
Friday it will be coping with the lines of white
that seem to call my name so effortlessly
after another weekend at this place...
And more and more
I just want to say fuck it..
Throw my favorite pair of jeans, my favorite stuffed animal, and my toothbrush in a bad
Jump into his truck
And let the wind shuffle my hair off my neck
And force me to close my eyes
And not wake up til we there...
wherever that may be.
Over and over he tells me
With a sadness,
but more so, an uncaringness
in his voice
that he doesn't belong here.
But lately,
I've been thinking maybe i dont either.
I can be good at what i do anywhere i go...
And i can find new people and new patios to help me through Wednesday nights,
And Captain Morgan can still be my lover...
I can start over too,
Somewhere where ex-fiance's bills dont still come to your mailbox,
and hell, i might even get to like a 6:15a.m. aerobics class somewhere else in this world..
It's all possible.
I sip up the rest of my strawberries and cream and pick up my bag,
Give my co-workers one of my winning smiles
That they cant discern from my fake dinner-hour smiles,
And Danny lifts me effortlessly onto his back
as he piggybacks me to my car on the other side of the parking lot,
to make sure i get there ok
and leans me up against the cool glass to look into my tired eyes,
And gives me a quick Eskimo kiss
to make me smile.
I almost feel like saying,
Let's just go now...
But i know there will be time for that
And there's too much unfinished here.
There are my cats and my best friend that i love,
Waiting at home for me
There is a few more paychecks to collect,
And oh, that degree that's taking me a few too many years to get my name on.
And even though fate pushed us on separate paths a year ago
(wow.. a year's gone by already?)
i still couldn't leave without saying goodbye,
once and for all,
to the guy who is my biggest inspiration to leave this city...
Until then,
i have a few more wednesday nights on the patio to enjoy
And a few more nights
where Captian Morgan and whipped cream make me forget my troubles...
and this place, with all its miseries,
isn't quite so unbearable.
the restaurant is starting to empty out,
so those of us left take off our aprons,
grab seats on the patio,
and each in turn tell Erik what our poison will be for the evening.
Me... i'm going to be unoriginal again and have my standard:
Ultimate Strawberry Daiquiri with extra extra whipped cream.
I hate Wednesday nights, but i love Captain Morgan and he loves me.
We sit around, indulging and relaxing,
Counting our tips and grumbling,
Recounting our best stories from the evening
and trying to laugh rather than bitch about it
It feels good to be surrounded by these people
And know that no matter how shitty our day was,
we can all just sit on this patio and let the stars
settle into each other's eyes and bring us a little peace
We all talk so vibrantly about getting outta this town,
But what's really so bad about it?
Some nights i want to be anywhere but here,
But its nights like tonight that i wish i wouldn't have any resolves about staying...
If only i weren't trying so damn hard to leave my past behind...
It's funny, how i still blame so much on him...
That if it weren't for wanting to shut out the image of him so badly,
I could have a thousand more Wednesdays on this patio.
But every now and then,
Memories creep into my mind,
And whether they are bittersweet or just bitter...
I can't bear them anymore.
Danny enters the patio
And sits beside me at table 1000.
I watch him down an Irish Car Bomb in 2 gulps
and he flashes me one of those heart-melting smiles.
Kelly turns to me and with one hand on my knee
Whispers, "You're so lucky"
And i know i am.
But not just because everyone at this table
(guys included)
thinks that he has a perfect body and a model's face...
i know i'm lucky because i've found,
without even knowing it,
exactly what i claimed i'd never find.
He brings out that part in me that aches to just run free,
To leave behind not just the past, but everything i know,
and follow him with no inhibitions,
to wherever the sunset takes us.
To stop planning every detail in my life,
And worrying so much about tomorrow...
but rather to pack lightly and have no regrets...
just enjoy life.
It could be so easy... what am i so afraid of?
Cuz that's not me.
That's why i'm so afraid.
I live my life by the book.
I've never really liked surprises.
I don't like getting in a car unless i know where i'm headed.
I want to know where i'll be tomorrow.
And i want to be certain it will all work out.
But more and more,
life puts bags under my tired eyes.
Today it was having my request for one day off rejected.
Tomorrow it will be the pressure of finishing my paper so i can finally graduate.
Friday it will be coping with the lines of white
that seem to call my name so effortlessly
after another weekend at this place...
And more and more
I just want to say fuck it..
Throw my favorite pair of jeans, my favorite stuffed animal, and my toothbrush in a bad
Jump into his truck
And let the wind shuffle my hair off my neck
And force me to close my eyes
And not wake up til we there...
wherever that may be.
Over and over he tells me
With a sadness,
but more so, an uncaringness
in his voice
that he doesn't belong here.
But lately,
I've been thinking maybe i dont either.
I can be good at what i do anywhere i go...
And i can find new people and new patios to help me through Wednesday nights,
And Captain Morgan can still be my lover...
I can start over too,
Somewhere where ex-fiance's bills dont still come to your mailbox,
and hell, i might even get to like a 6:15a.m. aerobics class somewhere else in this world..
It's all possible.
I sip up the rest of my strawberries and cream and pick up my bag,
Give my co-workers one of my winning smiles
That they cant discern from my fake dinner-hour smiles,
And Danny lifts me effortlessly onto his back
as he piggybacks me to my car on the other side of the parking lot,
to make sure i get there ok
and leans me up against the cool glass to look into my tired eyes,
And gives me a quick Eskimo kiss
to make me smile.
I almost feel like saying,
Let's just go now...
But i know there will be time for that
And there's too much unfinished here.
There are my cats and my best friend that i love,
Waiting at home for me
There is a few more paychecks to collect,
And oh, that degree that's taking me a few too many years to get my name on.
And even though fate pushed us on separate paths a year ago
(wow.. a year's gone by already?)
i still couldn't leave without saying goodbye,
once and for all,
to the guy who is my biggest inspiration to leave this city...
Until then,
i have a few more wednesday nights on the patio to enjoy
And a few more nights
where Captian Morgan and whipped cream make me forget my troubles...
and this place, with all its miseries,
isn't quite so unbearable.
