She sits at the table
But she hardly eats
Sad eyes, expensive wine
So soft when she speaks

I stand at my station
Dirty dishes in my hand
I fantasize, a boy my size
Growing up to be her man

Table for blue
Table for blue

Only a few still linger
Looks like it's time to go home
She turns the page, she looks my way
While I write this song for her

Table for blue
Table for blue
Table for blue"