Private Conversation

And his hand it fell behind her

As his arm it reached around

And she looked at the window

And she watched the shade go down

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

That the man she left behind her

Was two thousand miles away

Singing boy pick up that fiddle

And play that steel guitar

And find yourself a lady

And dance right where you are

There was a lonely girl from nowhere

With a smile all sweet with pain

And she never stopped to wonder

If she'd see him again

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

That man that she was looking for

Was only twenty streets away

Singing boy pick up that fiddle

And play that steel guitar

And find yourself a lady

And dance right where you are

And the band it just kept playing

As she came walking in

And he never stopped to wonder

If he'd see her again

It was a private conversation

No one heard him say

That girl he left behind him

Was two thousand miles away

He just sang boy pick up that fiddle

And play that steel guitar

And find yourself a lady

And dance right where you are

And the moral of this story

Is I guess it's easier said than done

To look at what you've been through

And to see what you've become

It's a private conversation

No one hears you say

It's a private conversation

And his hand it fell behind her

As his arm it reached around

And she looked at the window

And she watched the shade go down

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

It was a private conversation

No one heard him say

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

It was a private conversation