As the cafe was closing
|
On a warm summer night
|
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons
|
The radio played the "Hit Parade"
|
And I hummed a long with the tune
|
She asked me to change the station
|
Said the song just drove her insane
|
But it weren't just the music playing
|
It was me that she was trying to blame.
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
And the sky is black and still now
|
On the hill where the angels sing
|
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
|
Looks just like a diamond ring
|
But it's far, far from me
|
|
Well, I leaned on my left leg
|
In the parking lot dirt
|
And Cathy was closing the lights
|
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
|
And I wished for once I weren't right
|
Why we used to laugh together
|
And we'd dance to any old song.
|
Well, ya know, she still laughs with me
|
But she waits just a second too long.
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
Well, I started the engine
|
And I gave it some gas
|
And Cathy was closing her purse
|
Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat old car
|
And I was prepared for the worst.
|
"Will you still see me tomorrow?"
|
"No, I got too much to do."
|
Well, a question ain't really a question
|
If you know the answer too.
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Far From Me
|
| John Prine |
