Perfect Song

It was the perfect evening, everything
Was right: the wind was warm, the sky deep blue,
And even the waiter, dainty and true,
Knowing how much we were in love, would bring
Each new course as a swallow on the wing
Brings song. You gazed at me and I at you,
The lovely waiter passed us and he knew,
Although, quite certainly, he couldn't stay.

Do you remember how the moonlight shone
As we stood up to leave? Each man devotes
Himself to what he's staked his dreams upon,
And as the waiter handed us our coats
I thought: how soon this season will be gone,
And how the waiter sings all the wrong notes.