Going down the road while leaving footprints.
I'm making a coffee this morning while she's dropping hints.
Taking advantages of the sunshine and what in her beliefs.
Now I'm sure we can't only depend on some "what-ifs".
Dinner's served tonight trying to look tough.
I gave all the flowers and cards but it weren't enough.
Through the embarrassment dances in the past,
I couldn't remember how calming your handwriting was.
Even though it's only a thin-red line,
And now you have yours and I have mine,
Every Tuesday, every now and then,
Seeing the arrival and departure of women and men,
I think it will be my last call.
That would be all.