Coffee Shop Girl - Oval Opus

Three stories on High Street, 
A beanery down below; 
I make that trip everyday, 
I'm a face that they all know. 

With a guitar in my hand, 
And a thousand words to say; 
She brings me a drink, 
And then quietly walks away. 

No matter how I feel, 
Her smile makes me all right; 
My feelings for her, 
I keep them bottled up inside. 

She's the most beautiful thing in this world, 
She's the coffee shop girl... 

I fill the holes in the air 
As they talk among themselves; 
People's hopes and dreams 
Transcend like angel's tails. 

Just a glance across the room 
As she's standing by the door; 
Staring out the window, 
And wondering if there's anything more. 

No matter how I feel, 
Her smile makes me all right; 
My feelings for her, 
I keep them bottled up inside. 

She's the most beautiful thing in this world, 
She's the coffee shop girl... 

The night winds down, 
As I play my last refrain; 
The candles have all burned out, 
And only a few remain. 

Her lonely heart fades, 
As they shuffle through the door; 
Enchanted with the revelry, 
Of the nights like this before. 

No matter how I feel, 
Her smile makes me all right; 
My feelings for her, 
I keep them bottled up inside. 

She's the most beautiful thing in this world, 
She's the coffee shop girl...