I sit that table up for two In the same old corner booth I could set my watch down to the second He walks through the door It's that same bottle of red That same old how you been I fill two glasses up just like I've done A thousand times before Then I let him be Everybody says he's crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries He'll sit there every Friday night Just reminiscing, yeah But he ain't talking to himself He's talking to heaven To heaven Well, he orders for them both Then he reaches in his coat He pulls out a faded Polaroid Same table their first date Yeah, he always shows it to me And says, ain't she a beauty I smile and nod my head And then I turn and walk away Just to let him be Everybody says he's crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries He'll sit there every Friday night Just reminiscing, yeah But he ain't talking to himself He's talking to heaven To heaven Oh, he reaches for his wallet As I clear off the coffee He looks across the table With a tear and a smile He says, babe, I'll see you later And yes, I tip the waiter Staring at an empty booth He says, I love you too Everybody says he's crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries He'll sit there every Friday night Just reminiscing, yeah But he ain't talking to himself He's talking to heaven To heaven He ain't talking to himself He ain't talking to himself