Lyrics
She sits in a cafe corner
Reading books
She's writing letters
Seems like I see her most every day
But I see hope
In those bright green eyes
They're not fading fast
Despite what others might say
And every 25
Maybe, 30 minutes or more
She takes a sip of her coffee
It's long since cold
She drinks her coffee black
Like the rings around her eyes
She stays up all night
Writing journals and poetry
For them to find when she dies
When she dies
Wonderfully perplexed
I stare across the room
She writes another line
I wonder what's in her head
So, I sit and stare
So, I sit and stare
She sits in a cafe corner
Reading books
She's writing letters
Seems like I see her most every day
But I see hope
In those bright green eyes
They're not fading fast
Despite what others might say
And every 25
Maybe, 30 minutes or more
She takes a sip of her coffee
It's long since cold
She glances my way
But I was sure to shift my eyes
To the brushstrokes
On the painting over her head
It's hanging over our heads
The usually quiet girl
Well, she slides into a smile
And by her pen
I'm immortalized
As "the wandering blue eyes"
As "the wandering blue eyes"
She flips the page in her journal
And she begins to write
I saw the blue-eyed boy today
He looked my way across the cafe
Seems like I see him most every day
Seems like I see her most everyday
The blue-eyed boy
He always sits to face the door
He likes to see the people
As they come inside
With his wandering blue eyes
Wandering blue eyes
And every 25 maybe 30 minutes or more
He takes a sip of his coffee