Waffle House

Your somewhere across the Atlantic now. Greece, Turkey, England-I don't know exactly where. And we had to break it off because it's no good to be tied down on a Euro trip. But I hope your enjoying yourself, that it's everything you hoped it would be. When your next to the Parthenon or looking at the Coliseum from your hotel balcony, I hope somewhere in the middle of that you'll think of me. And when you sit at some fancy cafe on the Champs Ellysees, drinking a latte and talking existentialism with an exchange student, just once I hope I cross your mind. I'll still be here-sipping cold coffee at a Waffle House with a cook that always remembers my name.