Girl From A Pawnshop

With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown

She sat silent at the table

Her boots were brown,

Well, should she leave town

To play the role of lover expatriate

A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior,

You know she always gets one on the house

And she pulls out a letter

From a bag that's under her sweater

And before she reads she

Straightens her blouse

There's a passion in being alone

A grace in a loveless time

There is no new cross

There is no new sign

Only the sun and the changing tide

Out of respect

Well, I really must confess

I never lost your number

I never lost your address

And if we remain friends at best

Sometime later no, no not yet

We'll smile and remember it like this

She put back the letter

One tear falls like a feather

And disappears

On the bar room floor

The gratuity included

You know, the letter concluded

P.S. All my love

There's a passion in being alone

A grace in a loveless time

There is no new cross

There is no new sign

Only the sun and the changing tide

Out of respect

Well, I really must confess

I never lost your number

I never lost your address

We remain friends at best

Sometime later no, no not yet

We'll smile and remember it like this

Well, I won't remember your name

I said, P.S. All my love

I said, P.S. All my love

P.S. All my love

I gotta say P.S. All my love

Yeah, All my love...