She sat by the lighthouse,
nervously she lit a cigarette;
her mind started to panic,
would he forget??

The minutes seemed like hours--
where could he be?
She thought she saw a figure
over by the tree.

A quick glance
and then it was gone
as she waited nervously,
it was getting close to dawn.

She took a drink of wine
and brushed her hair aside,
what if he didn't come?
'I guess I'll let it ride.'

She lit another cigarette
and sipped the wine again,
'maybe he's not a lover,
maybe just a friend.'