That Waitress

Because the waitress can be nice
And already knows to serve
You want to ask her out
But haven’t got the nerve.

You make up your excuses
And tell yourself it’s right
But when her shift is over
You’ll still be alone tonight.

You know she’s very pretty
And can fake a pretty smile
And you know she works her ass off
Mile after mile.

She has a certain mystery
You wish you could ignore
But here you are again my friend
At her table through her door.

I’ll give you this just this once
It’s hard to start from scratch
But fires never burn a thing
Until you light the match.