Lisa Miskovsky

Caught your eyes across the cantina floor
Hiding my smile when you passed through the door
We were young, only 17
Driving around in your daddys dream
And I was your angel, oh baby you were my king
And we had coins in our pockets, and we had songs to sing
And I had my moms dress, no wedding ring
We walked down at the valley,
But I couldnt hear your restless heart
Youre always working, always running late
So I eat my dinner