At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he’s ’bout ready to give up

She was circlin’ the Holiday Inn,
Just about to go ’round again,
When her cell phone rang and it was him sayin’: “Room 183.”

I hope I have the ones you need
I’ve never really done this, now I know what scared is

Looking back over the years
Of All the things I’ve always meant to say
But words didn’t come easily
So many times through empty fears

There’s a guy down at work
He’s asked me out once or twice
I haven’t said yes
But I’m thinking I might
And on my way home I thought I saw you walk by

I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans

We lie in the dark I know you’re awake
The only sounds are the sounds this old house makes
But, Oh, how I long, I long to hear your voice
Desperate to talk, yearning to touch

I was born a stubborn soul;
This is just a stumblin’ block;
I’m gonna take that mountain.

You say that its important for our future
An executive on his way up has got to play the part
Each time duty calls you got to give it all
You’ve got with all your heart

She married when she was twenty
She thought she was ready
Now she’s not so sure
She thought she’d done some living