Table for two
by Steven Clotzman

I’m not vying for a night on the town
Just spent an hour trying but Minnie’s nowhere to be found
I left that girl a message hoping that might do
That I’m waiting on this table for two

When she left this morning she said it’d be a busy day
But the day’s long gone and evening’s ‘bout to slip away
Tell the weatherman to take cover, I feel a storm a brew
As I’m waiting on this table for two

You know rain or shine, there’s a perfect place to be
It's called yours or mine, Minnie, and either one’s fine by me
This living for the weekend is like living not to lose
‘Cause Monday morning’s something we don’t choose

Mama always said be home by suppertime
And don’t drink so much that you ever start to spill your wine
But nothing leaves me drunker than this bucket of blues
Or waiting on this table for two


Such uncertain times yet everyone’s so sure of themselves
It’s like one man’s hello’s become another man’s fond farewell
And me, I’m so damn hungry, I don’t know what to do
While I’m waiting on this table for two

Rain or shine, I know the perfect place to be
It’s called yours or mine, Minnie, and either one’s fine by me
This living for the weekend is like living not to lose
‘Cause Monday morning’s something we don’t choose

Minnie says, ain’t no real need to get so sore
There’s so much work to do but sometimes I wonder what we’re working for.
I say just two things I can’t doubt . . . the first is I love you
And I’m waiting on this table for two


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