Push for PORTER

As the café was closing on a warm summer night
And Cathy was cleaning the spoons
The radio played the "Hit Parade"
And I hummed along with the tunes
She asked me to change the station
Said the songs just drove her insane
But it weren't just the music playing
It was me she was trying to blame

And the sky is black and still now
Up On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring?
But it's far, far from me

Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt
And Cathy was closing the lights
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren't right
Why, we used to laugh together
And we'd dance to any old song
Well, you know, she still laughs with me
But she waits just a second too long

Well, I started the engine and I gave it some gas
And Cathy was closing her purse
Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat-up old car
And I was prepared for the worst
"Will you still see me tomorrow?"
"No, I got too much to do"
Well, a question ain't really a question
If you know the answer, too