Sittin’ At A Table – Michel Montecrossa

I was sittin’ at a table one time
when came in this lovely bride
makin’ me guess about end of trouble,
about end of lies.

Well, I was movin’ the glass to see
reflections of light between her and me
makin’ me think about life and lovin’,
about doin’ something.

Now, at some of these tables, you know,
there’s always the feelin’, the open door
makin’ me look beyond patterns of nothing,
beyond end or beginning.

But as I said, the lady was great:
I smiled, it was not too late
for all of her to go beyond the wall,
to feel me in her soul.

I was sittin’ at a table one time
when came in this lovely bride
makin’ me guess about end of trouble,
about end of all the rest.