The cafe was closing
on a warm summer night
Cathy was cleaning the spoons.
The radio played the hitparade
And I hummed a long with the tune.
She asked me to change the station,
said the song just drove her insane
But it weren't the music playing
It was me she was trying to blame.

And the night is all black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looked just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me


So I leaned on my left leg
in the parking lot dirt.
Cathy, she put out the lights.
A junebug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren't right.
You know, we used to laugh together
And we'd dance just to any old song.
Well, you know, she's still laughing with me,
But she waits just a second to long.

And the night is all black and still now,
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looked just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

So I started the engine
and I gave her some gas.
Cathy was closing her purse.
We hadn't gone far in my beat-up old car
And I was prepared for the worst.
"Will you still see me tomorrow?"
"No, I got things to do."
Well, a question ain't really a question
If you know the answer too.

And the night is all black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looked just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me