One of these days you’re going to move on.

And I’ll run into you at the old coffee shop.

You’ll be so surprized that I’m there.

I’ll be sitting outside, at one those green tables.

Smoking a ciggarette the brand that reminds me of you.

And she’ll be with you there.

She’ll have a pretty face because that’s what you go for.

And she’ll step inside, to give me some time with you.

I’ll pretend that I don’t care, that she’s there.

We’ll laugh about old times and wonder how its been so long.

Then we’ll hear the lines, from our favorite song.

And wonder why it’s playing there.

And maybe someday, far away, when I see you, see you again.

It won’t hurt so bad as it does, when I think of seeing you again.

I’ll want to hug you, kiss those lips, hold you hand.

But I’ve let go because I know.

That one of these days your going to move on.