There's a phone line,
right at the bar at the railroad station
And there's a story,
a kind of fable
All the court at the corner table.
On it is a message, been there some time
It starts off, "The coffee tasted so fine. ".
It says, "One day
this may find you.
These few words may just remind you. ".
"We sat here together just to pass time
and you said how the coffee tasted so fine. ".
It goes on to
say, "I love you.
If you find this I must hear from you. ".
It gives a number, but the name
has faded away
All that is left are just the words,
"Maybe someday. ".
Well, that's the story
and her fable
Never leave alone from a corner table