I Don't Have A Chance

I know there is no hope
of getting you to notice.
In this café
we are a world away.
I see you smile
and talking with your rich friends
I think romance
but I don't have a chance.

Days go by and nothing happens here.
It's a big dead end.
Dust and desert wind for company
every bleak weekend.

And as I push the broom
around the light blue lino
I feel alone.
I think again of home.
And maybe soon
I'll go ahead and ask you
to come and dance
but I don't have a chance.