She pours the coffee, brings him toast

He reads the paper like a ghost

At Grace’s Luncheonette café

He has eggs and bacon every day

 

Some days she looks too tired to stand

And he thinks of reaching for her hand

Her heart lifts like a butterfly

The times he’s brave enough to try

 

My dreams are yours to keep

Your tears are mine to weep

And when the sun goes down on this old crazy world

Your heart is where I sleep

 

Like two old friends, they barely speak

Then one day he kissed her on the cheek

He’d written, will you marry me?

On the check, down where the tip should be

 

She brought the apron to her eyes

The fry cook at the grill acted surprised

They would marry on her coffee break

And pass out pie instead of cake

 

My dreams are yours to keep

Your tears are mine to weep

And when the sun goes down on this old crazy world

Your heart is where I sleep

 

You might call this true romance

Or just two lonely hearts that met by chance

But Grace would say, each day the guest checks spin

And you never know who’s walking in

 

My dreams are yours to keep

Your tears are mine to weep

And when the sun goes down on this old crazy world

Your heart is where I sleep

And when the sun goes down on this old crazy world

Your heart is where I sleep