Quick Chek Girl

the first wednesday morning i saw her there
smiling at me with her blue eyes and curly hair.
i couldnt wait 'til next week to make the stop,
to see her at the quick chek paper drop.
every wednesday we'd count the papers.
we'd have a laugh at the people in their suits.
no one seemed to notice how she was different
but i did and i knew.
another wednesday came and it seemed it was right
so i wrote her a note that i hoped she would like.
"dear kiah, would you like to go with me
to the boardwalk, what fun it'll be!
we'll eat cotton candy and we'll get french fries with vinegar.
we'll get a plate of funnel cake,
then we'll go up on the zipper,
look out on the ocean and puke it all up,
all the people will scream.
we can have a laugh, what do you say?"
that's what it said in the note.
another week went by and she never called.
another week came and she wished she had,
she just broke up with her fiancee, and
things were kinda crazy with her
i said i understood.
another week went by and she never called,
but i thought about the way she looked at me
and i said to myself ... maybe?
i pulled in to the quick chek at 6 a.m.
to see the sun coming up.
when i walked in, kiah wasn't there,
the manager said "she quit, she isn't here.
do you want me to help you count the papers?"