Original song - Philosophical and Melancholic - Met you at the Automat by Margarita

Deep content on this one! It reminds me of a Hopper painting.

The lyrics switch from what the narrator says to the woman he met at the automat to what he says to her in his mind. The reason he speaks to her, and other women, is to deny and cope with the ending of his previous relationship.

Lyrics:

I met you at the automat.
Show me who you are. 
Table twenty four is free. 
I saw you from afar.

Do you go here frequently?
I already know
That you smoke and don’t drink tea.  
I moved not long ago. 

When its empty there’s more light 
To soften your traits. 
You remind me of my past. 
That’s such a pretty name. 

But her eyes will never shine the way 
That yours did for me not so long ago.  
You are her and I am yours 
So I just can’t let you go.  

Wall street is my waste of time. 
Takes the mind off home. 
Lovely that your boss is grand. 
You smell of his cologne. 

My place is a block away 
Do you need a ride? 
You remind me of my last. 
It’s a cold night. 

Should’ve known that you work late. 
Thank you for your time.  
I’ll talk to you when you’re not there. 
The pleasure is all mine.   

But her eyes will never shine the way 
That yours did for me not so long ago.  
You are her and I am yours 
So I just can’t let you go.  

You’re the water in my eyes,
The callus on my hands, 
And the orchestra of dreams 
That sift through me like sand. 

I see you in the automat 
Each time that I’m alone. 
In the women I can’t stand. 
They make me think of home.  

But her eyes will never shine the way 
That yours did for me not so long ago.  
You are her and I am yours 
So I just can’t let you go.