The Waitress of St Louis’ Lyrics

There’d been a good rinsing so I was clearing the air “Put away all the note books and post cards and photographs And never look at them again!” I expect I’ll never look at them again The scene was lit, the camera followed up the lead Then the cut to the adverts had me thinking “Never look at them again” I believe I’ll never look at them again From the sofa this still looks like somewhere that I’d know But the photo of St. Louis’ you shot long ago I’d had the book thrown at me & I was banged to rights All the beads on every rosary couldn’t count the prayers I swore I’d never say again But the microwaves were firing and I’d got a decent seat So I ordered every solace they were offering Just in case I needed them again Then I’d know where to go again From the inside all the furniture was rearranged just so Those ‘Hail Marias’ at St. Louis’ seem so long ago And the steam machine whistles the last tune of the day Did I hear you right when you say “that’s where the metaphor ends”? From the outside this still looks like somewhere that I’d know But the waitress of St. Louis’ left here long ago