The Waitress' Story

I can't find the path I took that brought me here I can't find the arms that held me in my fear I can't remember names and places Forgotten prayers and social graces All misplaced in the hands I shook And sprawling with the drugs I took The waitress' story ends So I leave the table and go to my waiting friends I'll never be the same again Star crossed and ill begotten world That beats us every time And now the only shadow here is mine And I'm too tired to chase it Across the Friday morning sky Another day unfolds it's pictures I trust the confusion that made us meet Each sick note and turncoat that made him cheat Now I know that it's worth trying To cherish those that stop us crying Who make us feel we're not alone And help us roll away the stone --- The Waitress' Story - Stephen Duffy