5:30 Saturday Morning

We fell in love at first glance
 When our eyes met and our hearts raced
 But nothing ever lasts in this life
 So it ends there and I'm sittin' here
 With this bottle of wine in one hand
 And a cigarette in the other
 The only thing on my body
 Is the impression of you
 (Some impression of you)
 (That damned impression of you)
 So maybe I'm not a dreamer
 But I'm too realistic to ask myself that
 And maybe you weren't looking at me
 But at some her behind my shoulder
 With this bottle of wine in one hand
 And a cigarette in the other
 The only thing on my body
 Is the impression of you
 (Some impression of you)
 (That damned impression of you)
 It's a little cold where I'm sitting
 Yet you seem so warm up there
 And the emotions just pouring through
 But I don't know from who to where
 With this bottle of wine in one hand
 And a cigarette in the other
 The only thing on my body
 Is the impression of you
 (Some impression of you)
 (That damned impression of you)
 We fell in love at first glance
 When our eyes met and our hearts raced