Private Conversation - Lyle Lovett

And his hand it fell behind her

As his arm it reached around

Oh and she looked at the window

And she watched the shade go down

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

That man she left behind her

Was two thousand miles away

A-singing boy pick up that fiddle

Ooh and play that steel guitar

Ooh and find yourself a lady

Ooh and dance right where you are

Hey … Hey

There was a lonely girl from nowhere

With a smile all sweet with pain

And she never stopped to wonder

Ooh 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

A-singing boy pick up that fiddle

Ooh and play that steel guitar

Ooh and find yourself a lady

Ooh and dance right where you are

Hey … Hey

And the band it just kept playing

Oh as she came walking in

Oh and he never stopped to wonder

Ooh 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

Ooh and play that steel guitar

Ooh and find yourself a lady

Ooh and dance right where you are

Hey … Hey

And the moral of this story

Is I guess it’s easier said than done

Ohh look at what you’ve been through

And to see what you’ve become

Well it’s a private conversation

No one hears you say

Well it’s a private conversation

Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey

And his hand it fell behind her

As his arm it reached around

Oh 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 her say

It was a private conversation

No one heard her say

It was a private conversation

Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey