This Joe gets over working each day
and eats at the same small café
sits always in the same chair
in love with the girl working there
and after hours he says of his day
what it's like to share with someone who'd care

She's waiting tables, tables
always waiting
tables, tables,
always waiting

she smiles and sits down with some grace
he looks at the sun in her face
she talks the events of her day
he knows she's wanting to stay
she reviews in her working way
what it's like to share with someone who'd care

She's waiting...

So this room with its tables and chairs
becomes clear of its troubles and cares
and just as the night takes the day
the moon waits to hear what they'll say
but they're both to shy to declare
what it's like to share with someone who'd care

She´s waiting tables...