"The Café" lyrics

Spent the last 8 hours in my head
She's a whole 8 hours ahead of me
Staying in this little hotel off of Beverly
But I know my heart's not here
And it could rather be anywhere she is
I sit alone on a plane
Can't wait till I get to go home again
If my arms won't move, I can let my eyes hold you
All I really need sometimes

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?
I'll be at our favourite table
Won't you come and waste the day with me?
Oh, I've been waiting on that lazy Saturday
Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters
That's all that matters to me
Oh, nothing matters to me

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

See, days have been so crazy on my end
They can be so complicated
That's why I need this conversation
Oh, I know how you take your iced coffee
You sit back while you talk to me
And I'll sit back and pull you closer
I need to feel your head on my shoulder

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?
I'll be at our favourite table
Won't you come and waste the day with me?
Oh, I've been waiting on that lazy Saturday
Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters
That's all that matters to me
Oh, nothing matters to me

Oh, if only for a moment
Phones off, no one calling
We don't get these often
We don't get these often enough
So why don't you come and see me
At the corner of that heave
I'll be waiting, whoa

Oh, won't you meet me at the Mon Père Café?
I'll be at our favourite table
Won't you come and spend the day with me?
Oh, I've been waiting on that lazy Saturday
Where time and space can fade and nothing else matters
And that's all that matters to me
Oh, nothing matters to me