Well Ann she bought me a bottle of wine, it was a sultry 93 burgandy
She never minded to dine, on me
We stare across the sad cafes like were waiting on an accident
When what we think to say makes less sense
And Im waiting on the drinks to bring me consent
Cause lately this is just the way it has been, the way it shall be
Two tables down an old wise man shoots a grin,
You can tell he's happy, happy for me
Hang down your head just like Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you know you never once fooled me
You put your trust in the thought that grace was on your side
Its such a beautiful day to die
Well I guess it was thoughtful, after all it had just passed my birthday
Bring us another round, one for me and the lady
Though she aint my baby
No more dessert coffee, I wont put up another drink
Madam please show us the check but don't leave us here to think
Cause nothing was to move me, at least nothing that was said
But what was most delicately touching was that she recalled
That I preferred it red
Hang down your head just like Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you know you never once fooled me
You put your trust in the thought that grace was on your side
Its such a beautiful day to die
So we hit the nearest exit, I saddled up the car
She leans through my window says I don't like you driving:
Oh come on baby you know that it's not that far
I drive home to the latest pretty face she's all curled up on the couch
The weary whisper How was it? It was fine
But shell never know what the truth is all about
Lying next to the pretty ones, sometimes it's the only place to go
You fumble around for the old kitchen corkscrew and you break that seal,
Cause it's all you know
Hang down your head just like Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you know you never once fooled me
You put your trust in the thought that grace was on your side
Its such a beautiful day to die
Poor boy, it's too late to run and hide