She met me at the bar,
My bar, on Broadway
Her hair was up, her makeup done
She smiled sweetly like she always does
I didn't tell her what I had done
She was too busy telling me
That she's moving to new York

Part of me felt like
She was giving me a chance
To ask her to stay
Part of me felt like
I needed to take a chance
And ask her to stay

She sounded so pleased
As if this was a piece of her puzzle
So I faked my excitement
Wished her and her girl well
Pushed away the feeling
That when she left, it was over

So maybe I'll do what I do best
Right before she goes
Lay this to rest, confess
That I can't stay in touch
I love her too much
Right before she goes
I'll be gone