First Wedensday I saw her there smiling at me with here blue eyes and curly hair.
I couldn't wait till next week to make the stop, see her at the quick check paper drop.
Every Wedensday we'd count the papers, we'd have a laugh at the people in their suits.
No one seemed to notice how she was different but I did, and I knew.
Yeah, I knew.
Oh, I knew.
Yeah, I knew.
Another Wedensday came and it seemed it was right, so I wrote her a note that I hoped she would like:
"Dear Kiah, would you like to go with me to the boardwalk, what fun it will be. We'll eat cotton candy, and we'll get french fries with vinegar, and get a plate of funnel cake, then we'll go on the Zipper, look out on the ocean and puke it all up. All the people will scream. We can have a laugh, we can have a laugh, what do you say? We can have a laugh, what do you say? What do you say? What do you say?"
That's what it said in the note.
Another week went by and she never called.
Another week came and she wished she had, she just broke up with her fiance.
Things were kinda crazy with her.
I said I understood.
Things were kinda crazy with her, but I said that I understood.
Another week went by and she never called, but I thought about the way she looked at me and I said to myself,
I pulled into the quick check at 6am to see the sun coming up.
When I walked in Kiah wasn't there.
The manager said "she quit she isn't here do you want me to help you count the papers? Do you want me to help you?"