Right Where You Left Me

I'm still at the restaurant And every time the bells ring I hope see you coming through the door Sitting in my table Ordering the same black coffee with no sugar Like the old times I'm still at the restaurant Seeing the seasons go by Sun, snow, leashes, flowers My hair pin is still on the ground The wine is still splitted Everything looks the same I'm still living a delusional hoping that you'll comeback to the restaurant -max