Coffeehouse Queen

She sits there palm in thumb Just waiting for song to come She writes songs not meant to be And I know that it's not for me She likes to be called the coffeehouse queen But I know that it's not meant to be She likes to be called the coffeehouse queen But I know that I might not sleep She says letters are written when best She is laying and touching chest One touch one stroke Cursive with care If only I was with her there She likes to be called the coffeehouse queen But I know this is how it goes Now away All night we can stay up late And watch the sun rise Over these nine volts of electricity from each other We can stay on the line and watch the moon fall Watch the moon and the sun trade spots She likes to be called the coffeehouse queen But I know that it's not meant to be