Mesa 6

Hey, waiter come over to table 6, bring
One more beer and invite the sky and corners to sing

Waiter, look at that woman
Who is sitting at the corner table
Waiter, stand in front of me
So she doesn't see my tears fall
Waiter, do me a favor
Take her a flower and tell her I still love her
That lady once belonged to me
And I was the one to blame for the separation
I threw away all the love that was mine

Waiter, bring me a glass and a beer
I'll drink alone here at this table
I don't want to see the night go by
I don't care much
If I wake up sleeping on the floor
I'm suffocated by a passion
I have nothing left, alive with illusion