A table by the window A quarter after three You ordered another coffee And saved the chair for me The waiter dropped a teaspoon You laughed at something small I had a train to catch And didn't leave at all You talked about your neighbour The house where you grew up The record you kept playing Until the needle gave up We watched the people crossing The square beneath the rain You asked me what the time was I said, "Does it matter?" The chairs were on the tables The afternoon was gone You searched inside your pockets For a ticket you'd misplaced I couldn't tell you later The stories that you told But walking to the station I wished we'd stayed some more The wrong afternoon The wrong afternoon The wrong afternoon I'd waste that time again
