A million moments in your TV-filled life
collide with mines at this table tonight.

It's like Home Alone 2 the way I stare
and you smile like this instant has always been there.

I laugh back and wave, cause I'm a sucker for warmth these days.
The weather's so cold when old friends slowly fade.

"Hey can you pass the Ketchup?" I decide to say.
"It's a bit spicy, good luck," and you pass it my way.

I know it's not much, but my Wednesday touches yours.
We're friends for a moment, and I couldn't ask for more.