Tom and Rita'S Cafe

We rolled down the shutters at lunchtime

We haven't seen a soul

The stock all is surplus

Its outlived its purpose

And the icy winds take hold

Tom and Rita's café was the dream we held for years

We worked for most of our lives just to win her

Folk look in but they walk by

They'll never know how hard we've tried

And rain trickles in and the tables all look tired

The rain trickles in on the tables

My mind drifts off to Wilbers Factory

Where we met when we left school

Long days on the shop press the time dull and endless

But the fantasy gave fuel

Tom and Rita's café was the dream we held for years

We worked for most of our lives just to win her

Folk look in but they walk by

They'll never know how hard we've tried

And rain trickles in and the menus all look tired

The rain trickles in on the menus

I know the rents' unpaid

But I can't tell Rita as she's already on the floor

Bills turn up, reminders come

I tuck them all away in the draw

Cos Rita just can't take, any more

The winter chill will be here soon

The forecast's snow I hear

The stench of the ashtray

Our home with the café

Vanish with our tears

Tom and Rita's café was the dream we held for years

We worked for most of our lives just to win her

Folk look in but they walk by

They'll never know how hard we've tried

And rain trickles in and our dream is feeling tired

The rain trickles in and our dream is feeling tired

The rain trickles in on our dreams