We sat in the corner booth, as we always do
At that all night coffee shop on that all-night avenue
The middle of the night
She spoke of her mother
It was in the middle of the night
I can’t remember the sound of her voice, she cried
I can’t remember how she said my name
“My baby, Christine
My baby, Christine”
It’s sad, you know
But the letting go isn’t about forgetting me
It’s about setting yourself free
We’d see those boys play that rock and roll
Drink our red wine, out of control
And when the night closed, it was our time
To talk about dreams, those things and our quiet screams
The middle of the night
She spoke of her mother
It was in the middle of the night
When they took her away
The middle of the night
We spoke of our mothers
It was in the middle of the night
When we learned what to say
It’s sad, you know
But the letting go isn’t about forgetting me
It’s about setting yourself
Setting your soul
Setting you mind
Setting yourself
Setting your soul
Setting your mind
Setting yourself
Setting your soul
Setting your mind
Setting your life free
Set yourself free....
I found her voice
I heard her voice
I found her voice
I found my voice
We sat in the corner booth, as we always do
We used to sit in that corner booth
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
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