It was wednesday evening as always..
Like clockwork the old man
Took his regular seat in the mostly empty
basement bar fuull of yesterday's
so out of place
living in a lost time.
he ordered two glasses
Of white wine
and put a quarter
Into the old wurlitzer jukebox
Patsy Cline always patsy
no one else.
Her sentimental tones filled
The room in gentle sweetness
From another time.
the new patrons
knew he was back.
To spend one night with you,
in our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you,
that's my desire
It was here he had always taken her
dancing talking falling in love.
Every possible wednesday.
Right upto the time that heavens
Whispers called to her she
followed their haunting sounds
And they took her away from him.
So long ago now so very long ago
Patsy crooned softly as always
To meet where gypsies play,
down in that dim cafe
And dance till break of day,
that's my desire
he felt her hand slip nto his as usual
He stepped into her arms as always
And they were young once more
and so in love.
They danced alone
on the small dance floor.
The outside world faded away.
Patsy joined them singing
So beautifully their song
We'll sip a little glass of wine,
I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips,
pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low,
just when it's time to go
Darling, I love you so,
that's my desire
he looked into ber beautiful eyes
Tilted her chin upward
And kissed her softly
Then as he sat down
tired and old.
She faded into the nightglow
He whispered softly
See you next Wednesday
My darling
As he left the café
He could hear patsy
Almost whispering
The last refrains
of his favorite song.
**That's my desire
That's my desire
