Wandering Blue Eyes

Chorus:
She sits in a café corner, reading books and writing letters
Seems like I see her most ever day
I see hope in her bright green eyes, they’re not fading fast
Despite what others might say
But every 25 maybe 30 minutes or more she’ll take a sip of her coffee
Long since cold

She drinks her coffee black, like the rings around her eyes
She stays up all night, writing her journals and her poetry
For them to find when she dies (When she dies)

Wonderfully perplexed I stare across the room, she writes another line
I wonder what’s in her head
So I sit and stare (So I sit and stare)

She glances my way and I was sure to shift my eyes
To the brushstrokes of the painting
Over her head (Hanging over our heads)

The usually quiet girl, well she slides into a smile
And by her pen I’m immortalized
As the wandering blue eyes (Wandering Blue Eyes)

Bridge:
She flips a page in her journal and she begins to write...
I saw the blue-eyed boy today; he looked my way across the café
Seems like I see him most every day
The blue eyes boy... he always sits to face the door
He likes to see the people......... as they come inside...
With his wandering blue eyes.

Ending:
And every 25 maybe 30 minutes or more he’ll take a sip of his coffee