Our Lonely Way Away

There's a little café on a minor highway in the desert,

and she works there half of the night and most of the day.

And when she has a moment, she watches the road through the window, And there is something in her eyes her heart won't say.

It's so long ago now that it seems like a dream more than memory;

That wonderful summer spent by the sea in L. A.

She wonders if he ever wonders how she lives without him,

And she drops a tear, that no one can hear, on her tray.

Chorus: Sometimes when the thing we want is too easy,

It's just too hard to know which card to play.

And, so we turn our backs and we hide our hands

And we cry when no one understands.....

And, then we go our lonely way away.

On the rue St. Denis, he watches the street from his table.

The girls on parade are plying their trade in the rain.

And, in between drinks, he sighs and he thinks of a woman.

Then, when it's time he scribbles a line of his pain.

He's just that crazy American, writing the worlds greastest story,

Wantin' to leave but knowin' he'll probably stay.

And he wishes an afternoon's rain to a girl in the desert;

Knowin' a wish is worth nothing when it's time to pay.

Chorus:

She is thinking how quick it can cloud up and storm in the desert.

It could almost be April in Paris just watchin' it rain.

And she longs for the man, and wishes some sunshine to warm him,

and the clouds part in Paris, and his street is sunny again.

Chorus:

A Word: It seems to me that this song would make a good video clip. It has a beginning, an end, romance and pathos.

This seems to me to provide all the necessary ingrediants.

I hope somebody out there with a camera feels the same!

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