

(hummmmm, hummm) Aisle number nine
under fluorescent glare
Just a single plate and one empty chair
You only call me when the clock strikes three
Humming a melody
you borrowed from me
And you're humming that tune
in the backseat ride
With your cheap-date devotion and nowhere to hide Yeah,
we're holding on tight
to a fragile spark
Two lonely souls
drifting through the dark
Now we're sitting late
at a table for one
Counting the hours
till the rise of the sun
You're whispering soft of a dream we both knew
While the yellow streetlights
fade into blue
And you're humming that tune
in the backseat ride
With your cheap-date devotion and nowhere to hide
Yeah, we're holding on tight
to a fragile spark
Two lonely souls drifting through the dark
(hummmmm, hummm)
Just one chair pulled out