Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
(Norah Jones-Come Away With Me)
She smiled as the small crowd of the regulars applauded and whistled at her. Just a normal night at a normal bar, this waitress sang her heart out for someone who probably wasn't even real. All she could ever do is dream that one day some knight in shining armor would come in and sweep her off her feet…Yeah, as if that'll ever happen. So instead, she sang for the poor souls who hung around the bar almost every night.
Line on your face don't bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again
Late in the night when I'm all alone
And I look at the clock and I know you're not home
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream
But no I won't go for any of those reasons
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again
I could almost go there...
No I won't go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where you've been
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again
And with that, it was over.
"Alright, since I'm up here, last call for drinks everyone. You all know the rules: you don't have to go home, but…"
"YOU CAN'T STAY HERE!" the crowd answered. She did this every night, it was a tradition.
So, she stepped down and went to the bar to start taking last drink orders.
"Excuse me? Miss?"
She turned around to see the most gorgeous man ever standing a few feet from her.
"What can I get you, sir?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I'm not getting another drink. I just wanted to say thanks."
The waitress was thoroughly confused. "What for?"
"It's been a long time since I heard someone with a voice like that…it brought back memories, good memories. You're a real crooner."
"Crooner?" she chuckled at his choice of words. If she hadn't been standing, talking to him face-to-face, she would have thought he was one of the old-timers that sometimes come in.
"Um, I mean, the type of music, you know, like you're crooning. It's…uh…heh," he started nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm not exactly the best at giving pretty dames complements."
Dames? What the hell, did he grow up under a rock with a group of WWII Vets?
"Well, um, I'll pretend that you're not stumbling and bumbling like a moron and call it a complement. Okay?"
He chuckled, "Sure thing, doll."
Doll? Really?
"Well, I really gotta get back to work."
