Houston

I met a girl on roller skates
Ahe had a spare bag,
she had lost some weight
Where I used to work,
she was a waitress
She proposed a trade,
it was generous
She’s gone to Houston,
feel like I’m floating in a warm sea
And if she finds out when she comes back,
I know that she wil leave me
Oh I heard a sign, it was a dull crack
It was a clock hand,
It was snapping back
Oh it wasn’t her’s,