In this cafe, the windows are steaming.
The radio plays, and I am dreaming
as I sit and nod, my head goes far away
far from this small cafe, and I'm laughing
with you again.
A man cooking up a bunch of lovin' stew.
Reason couldn't tell it in a word or two
about you, about you.
Are you through? The waiter's expecting
I'ld sit there for weeks. He is detecting
as my hand points, my head goes far way
from this small cafe, and I'm laughing
with you again.
La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la
Night time is born. My head is aching
into the dawn, time to awaken.
As I leave the door, I turn my head away.
I'm dreaming of the day
I'll be laughing with you again.
I've been cooking up a bunch of loving stew.
Reason couldn't tell it in a word or two
about you, about you.