Annie's Song
david falcone
Annie was a barmaid,
everyday surrounded, everyday alone
she lived outside the stories,
but she took the stories home
for twenty years, she'd write the script,
she'd set the stage and wait
today was no exception
Across the room sat an empty man
and a women half his age
Annie saw it in his shoulders, his hands,
She saw it in his face
she saw it in her skin, her hair, her eyes,
saw it in her smile
they seemed a bit uncomfortable
Annie will bring them to her bed and
she'll become the cast
and fill them with her memories,
and take away their past
say the things that should be said,
and do what must be done
and fall into a sleep and wonder
The two may have just met outside
in the parking lot or found
each other in the doorway
as they escaped the sound
of an empty day, an empty night
or more of just the same
They wer holding tight with open arms
Annie will bring them to her bed and
she'll become the cast
and fill them with her memories,
and take away their past
say the things that should be said,
and do what must be done
and fall into a sleep and wonder
The cigarette smoke it burned her eyes
yet she never cried
she listened for a signal
heard the whispers and the sighs
and as the scene grew older
and their shadows turned to one
she knew tonight she'd be going home
And when they left, she cleared away
what little that remained
some bread and wine, an afterthought,
some time and a broken chain
and a penciled note, at least once erased,
that said I have to go
but please won't you stay with me
but please won't you stay with me