east side restaurant

we were wine stains on white sheets, stumbling through the city streets, and i wasn't afraid, to be honest, it was smoke rings on the streetlights, first time we were getting high, and the sky was falling down around us, i thought i knew myself before i met you, i didn't want to let you in, but i let you, and now you're on the other side of town, it might as well be the moon, i knew that it wouldn't last, tripping out in taxicabs, it all moved away too fast, now you're off and moving on, and i'm wondering what went wrong, in an east side restaurant, the sound of silverware on dinner plates, 'o sole mio' plays beneath the hum of conversation, i'm staring at an empty chair, and i still see you everywhere, and go to places that we'd go just so i can feel you, i knew that it wouldn't last, tripping out in taxicabs, it all moved away too fast, now you're off and moving on, and i'm wondering what went wrong, in an east side restaurant, i raise up my empty glass, and cheers whatever we had, i wish i could drink you back, now you're off and moving on, and i'm wondering what went wrong, in an east side restaurant