Gallows And A Hanging Man

We're on high stools in a sidewalk café in a run-down part of town
My heart's pumping like a punk band's kick-drum but I'm holding that feeling down
There was a time she said she used to ache for me in all the secret places of her heart
But now her smile feels like enemy fire and it's tearing me apart
She's dressed in tight brown jeans and a hooker's blouse
And talking's pointless 'cause the jukebox is playing so loud
And there's firecrackers going off somewhere outside
When she said hello today I knew she meant goodbye
The clientele's a real freakshow, the place smells of stale parmesan
She's blowing menthol cigarette smoke in the direction of the ceiling fan
The fruit machine's paying out a jackpot, I guess it's someone's lucky night
She orders a grenadine and soda and I ask her if she's alright
There's a wine bar across the street called the Sweet Lady Jane
With a flashing neon sign of flapper girls drinking champagne
And on a coaster I drew a gallows and a hanging man
I said, "Let's do something tomorrow," she said, "Look, I don’t know if I can"
When I make it back from the washroom she says she’s ready to go,
The barman works the tab out, he reminds me of Fidel Castro,
He can’t tear his eyes from her neckline, the bill keeps coming out wrong,
I made the walk to the door last as long as I could, I didn’t want to
say s’long,
There’s a rattle of thunder and I make one last try,
“How ‘bout a film? There’s a Tarantino double-bill close by?”
And I watch her disappear round the corner of the Euromart,
And those flapper girls are raising a toast to my broken heart