In this cafe, the windows are steaming The radio plays, and I am dreaming As I sit and nod, my head goes far away Far from this small cafe And I’m laughing with you again
A man cooking up a bunch of lovin’ stew Reason couldn’t tell it in a word or two About you, about you
Are you through? The waiter’s expecting I’d sit there for weeks. He is detecting As my hand points, my head goes far way From this small cafe And I’m laughing with you again
La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la
Far from this small cafe
Night time is born. My head is aching Into the dawn, time to awaken As I leave the door, I turn my head away I’m dreaming of the day I’ll be laughing with you again
I’ve been cooking up a bunch of lovin’ stew Reason couldn’t tell it in a word or two About you, about you