I sit in the restaurant
Back toward the corner
Where we used to sit
And I hold conversation
With the waiter
About the wine
And I gently cry
Behind my grinning smile
For eating alone
Is like living alone
No one to really talk to
No one really knows you
Everyone just wants to make you satisfied
The food doesn't taste the same
As if it is there is something bothering me
Something that I can't run from
It's getting lonely at table 9
Dinner for one
