Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her... with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well see you too Ahhh... it's the last time You're passing through And it's not rude When she takes away your food To touch her fingers And let them linger awhile with your loneliness A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only touch her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well touch you too Ahhh... it's the last time You're passin through So it's not strange When she brings you your change To bend down and kiss her And whisper you'll miss her... forever A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only love her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well love you too Ahhh... it's the last time You're passin through Recitation: A waitress asked me what I did I told her I tried (to make art). She asked me if I made any money. I said no... I have to "teach" to do that. She asked me what I taught and where. I told her. She told me that she liked art, but that she Couldn't draw a straight line. I told her if she could reach for something