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