(Words and Music by Meaghan Smith)
Here I sit
In my red chapeau
The table's dimly lit
As I take off my coat
Didn't you say that you'd meet me here at eight
And I wonder are you always this late
Time drips by
down the window pane
my hopes evaporate and
come down with the rain
storms in the forecast and
now it's quarter past
and I wonder how long will this last
Cause I am a Soft Touch
The face on my watch
And the hands tell me as much
I think it's about time that
The rain and I resign
And I wonder when will that sun shine
The waiter comes through
Anything for mademoiselle?
At a table for two
I order for myself
I finish up my tea and I
Bid the night Bon nuit!
And I won't wonder what might have been
No I won't wonder what might have been