She sits alone, drinking her coffee
Wonders when or if he'll notice her
She flips the pages of an Agatha Christie
A little mystery for a small town girl
He covers his skin in quotes from Shakespeare
And is well versed in the words she loves
He plays the mando and writes lots of songs
About things she only ever dreams of
And all she sees
Is they all go marching two by two
With their cigarettes and their Converse shoes
A spinning record sets the scene
Black and white
On silver screens
She looks so casual while she jots in her notebook
Between each line, she scans the scene
He can feel her staring over his shoulder
He turns around and their eyes me
And all he sees
Is they all go marching two by two
With their cigarettes and their Converse shoes
A spinning record sets the scene
Black and white
On silver screens
And all she ever wanted was
Just someone else who didn't quite fit in
So she wouldn't have to travel down this road alone
Just another hand she could call her own
And they all go marching two by two
With their cigarettes and their converse shoes
A spinning record sets the scene
Black and white
On silver screens