Ghost of Your Smile

Corner café, steam on the glass. Your seat by the window, first in my past. Winter morning, sugar and rain. I read your name in the spoon again. The baker yawns, the clock moves slow. I stir my cup, let the old days go. But your laugh still sits in the corner booth, Like a dime store song with a hidden truth. And I try to look away, But the whole room leans your way. One little glance, And I'm back in the eight. That ghost of your smile Still stays a while. Ghost of your smile, it takes me home in Style. That ghost of your smile, I wear it for a while. Ghost of your smile, and I don't mind the Mile. Orange peel on the saucer plate. My coat still damp from the iron gate. Outside, the buses hiss and pass. Inside, your shadow stains the brass. Couple at the counter, heads bowed low. Same old tune on the radio. I keep my change, I keep my cool. But every cup turns into you. And I try to look away, But the whole room leans your way. One little glance, And I'm back in the eight. That ghost of your smile Still stays a while. Ghost of your smile, it takes me home in Style. That ghost of your smile, I wear it for a while. Ghost of your smile, and I don't mind the Mile. Maybe time don't heal, it just learns to sit At the edge of the page where your fingers Fit. If love was a room, I still has Your chair. I walk in slow, and you're already There. That ghost of your smile Still stays a while. Oh. Ghost of your smile, it takes me home in Style. That ghost of your smile, I wear it for A while. Ghost of your smile, and I don't mind the Mile.