The Day She Walked In The Door

I'd ordered a home fried special,
there's no sunnnyside to these eggs.
They'll drop a little whisky in your coffee
but you know you'll have to beg.

The place is always full of jailbirds,
they talk to no one but their own,
complain about the sausages
and whisper down the phone.

The old ones in the corner
discuss the last boy that they lost.
They're just eeking out the days now,
and eeking out the cost.

You'll lay it all upon the races
just so you can feel alive.
I bet'cha my horse don't finnish -
ten to one she's nine to five.

'Cos I been sitting by the window
and I seen her walking past,
there's an office and a bus stop
that sandwhich in the glass.

And I hadn't touched a drop.
no not since the evening before,
so I was stone cold sober
when she walked in the door.

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Well it was about to turn twelve thirty,
lunchtime rush had just begun,
the suit and ties only stay to order,
eat outside to catch the sun.

And the boys, they're all talking
'bout how Vinny flipped his lid,
kept on drinking till the morning
pulled a knife on some poor kid.

And none of them can quite remember
what the last thing was he said.
And there's a drunk slumps down beside me,
pulls a blanket over his head.

And underneath he's drinking
a can of Tennants through a straw,
but even he looked up and turned around
when she walked in the door.

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And they'll never turn a profit
from serving the likes of me,
sit all day in the corner
watching the T.V.

And I can still remember what I ordered
-Bacon Sarnie, Fried White Bread -
when I first glanced outside
at two eyes that stopped me dead.

The waitress' name was Dolly,
she's up to her eyes in debt,
only smiles at the big tippers
or when she tries to bum a cigarette.

And you can stretch anything
just that little bit more
but none of that mattered
when she walked in the door.

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I aint here for the food
just to get in from the cold.
It's a good place to sit
and wait while you grow old.

I got everything to play for
and nothing that I should.
Your dreams lay no provision
they never understood.

And if I havent seen her every day
then heaven knows I've tried.
She's stopped twice to read the menu
but never come inside.

And she always gets that bus,
number two-oh-four
but it went sailing by without her
when she walked in the door.

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The women discuss their men
though I've never known what for,
they're all unhappy stories
and they end up feeling sore.

But nobody's pleading ignorance
they all knew the score.
You play the hand you're dealt,
good for bad and rich for poor.

And Jimmy's been all over,
done twenty years or more,
he says that he was big time
but none of us so sure.

Old Joe aint been sober
not since the end of the war,
he lost that interest in life
when he found out what's in store.

The manager's name is Al
he's in some kind of trouble with the law,
hits the bottle every evening,
wakes up behind the counter on the floor.

And he's never been the same,
since he caught a crowbar to the jaw.
But even he dropped his guard
when she walked in the door.

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And as the wino beside me
peeped out from under the covers
I turned to him and said
"You know I think I love her,
of course I could be wrong,
but I think I might just might love her."

- And there aint no second chance,
no replay, no encore,
no matter how much you plead,
you pray and you implore -

He looked up at me and said:
"Buddy you best be sure."
And she got herself a drink
and walked right back out that door.