Café picnic

Sitting here with a glass of Malbec in my hand

Looking at pictures of the River Danube

Making a stand

Wearing a smile under my homburg hat

Wishing I was somewhere else

Stroking my cat

Then old Alexander burst upon the scene

Saying he needed to tell me where he’d just been

I looked him up and down with a withering eye

Told him to roll again and not even try

He laughed and cried with tears of rage

Opened his beak like a bird in a cage

The waitress walked over with a frown of concern

I looked at my wallet as it started to burn

There are lessons in life you have to unlearn

And mistakes are too many for me left to yearn

Oh, it’s fine to feel to free

Oh, it’s good with eyes to see

Oh, I want you and I to be

Lead me down again to the capital C

Sitting here with a glass of Shiraz in my hand

Looking at pictures of Strauss’s blue Danube

Making a stand

Wearing a smile under my old felt hat

Wishing I was somewhere else

Stroking my cat

The young waitress she sat down next to me

I smiled at her wanly and signed the billet for free

She looked me up and down and started to laugh

I told her my name and pulled up my scarf

She laughed and cried with tears of pain

And just at that moment it started to rain

The waitress walked away muttering French

I looked and my glass the dryness to quench

There are lessons in life you have to unlearn

And mistakes are too many for me left to yearn

Oh, it’s fine to feel to free

Oh, it’s good with eyes to see

Oh, I want you and I to be

Lead me down again to the capital C