Same Red Booth, Forty Years

Lou's Diner, nineteen eighty-six Frank tipped his coffee in Linda's lap He offered to pay her dry cleaning And she said yes, just like that Best bill you ever paid, Dad And you're still paying it back

Same red booth, forty years Mom and Dad, you're still right here Splitting one slice of cherry pie Same red booth, forty years

Mom, you do the crossword in pen Dad swears he's helping you I hope in forty more years He's still pretending to And when you slide back in at Lou's I'll keep that booth for two

Same red booth, forty years Mom and Dad, you're still right here Splitting one slice of cherry pie Same red booth, forty years

Every winter, before it's light Dad's out warming up your car Forty winters, Mom, of that That's what love is, near and far Just the engine running warm Before you're out the door

Same red booth, forty years Mom and Dad, you're still right here Splitting one slice of cherry pie Same red booth, forty years

Forty years since a spill at Lou's Best mess you ever made Save me a seat beside you someday

Same red booth, forty years Mom and Dad, I'll meet you here Still splitting one slice of cherry pie Same red booth, forty years

Same red booth (same red booth), forty years