I remember our day at the Bombay Café, when I found out love ain't enough
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna show up"
And I stood there a mess and uncertain,
'Till he walked through the break in the curtain
I said, "I knew you would come"
He said, "I can't love anyone
Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you"
I remember our day at the Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain,
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow
But that's how everything goes
I remember our day at the Bombay Café, most other things I can't recall,
And I can't recall just how I got here today,
Standing right over your grave
He said, "I knew you would come"
I said, "I can't love anyone"
Cause I remember that day at the Bombay Café,
And there can't be another one