Bombay Cafe

I remember our day at the Bombay Café, when I found out love ain’t enough
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, «girl he ain’t gonna show
up.»
And I stood there a mess and uncertain
'Till he walked through the break in the curtain
I said, «I knew you would come.»
He said, «I can’t love anyone
Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you.»
I remember our day at the Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow
But that’s how everything goes
I remember our day at the Bombay Café, most other things I can’t recall
And I can’t recall just how I got here today
Standing right over your grave
He said, «I knew you would come.»
I said, «I can’t love anyone.»
Cause I remember that day at the Bombay Café
And there can’t be another one