[ Featuring Alex Lahey ]
We went down to Dino's
Air was thick as honey
You were looking just as sweet
Heard of places nicer
Didn't have the money
But at least we could escape the heat
Waited for our number
You drank a mimosa
Out of a plastic cup
As you sat there drinking
You bet I was thinking
Where will this night end up
And there was a waitress on the telephone
There was a method actor drunk
A kid with a fake ID and confidence
And then there was us
Being without you seems a tragedy
I don't have words to give you now
I want to have our own vernacular
All of the things I would say but I don't know how
Leant across the table
Wanted to get closer
I was trying to take your cues
I suggested that we go to karaoke
But you'd bought your dancing shoes
There was a greatest hits on the stereo
There was a nun drinking her doubt
There was a young boy making promises
To a Dolly Parton cardboard cutout
Being without you seems a tragedy
I don't have words to give you now
I want to have our own vernacular
All of the things I would say but I don't know how
Tell you I'm lost unless I look at you
Have you the most that time allows
Because without you I lose sanity
All of the things I would say but I don't know how
Being without you seems a tragedy
I don't have words to give you now
I want to have our own vernacular
All of the things I would say but I don't know
All of the things I would say but I don't know
All of the things I would say but I don't know how
