Girl From a Pawnshop

With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
 She sat silent at the table
 Her boots were brown, well should she leave town
 To play the role of lover expatriate
 A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior
 You know she always gets one on the house
 She pulls out a letter
 From a bag under her sweater
 And before she reads she straightens her blouse
 There's a passion in being alone
 A grace in a loveless time
 There's no new cross, there's no new sign
 Only the sun and the changing tide
 And out of respect, well really must confess
 I never lost your number
 I never lost your address
 And if we remain friends at best
 Sometime later no, no not yet
 We'll smile and remember it like this
 She put back the letter
 One tear falls like a feather
 And disappears on the bar room floor
 The gratuity included
 You know the letter concluded
 P.S. with all my love
 There's a passion in being alone
 A grace in a loveless time
 There's no new cross, there's no new sign
 Only the sun and the changing tide
 I said P.S. all my love
 P.S. all my love
 P.S. all my love