The first wednesday morning i saw her there
Smiling at me with her blue eyes and curly hair
I couldn't wait 'til next week to make the stop
To see her at the quick chek paper drop
Every wednesday 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
Another wednesday 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'll be!
We'll eat cotton candy and we'll get french fries with vinegar
We'll get a plate of funnel cake
Then we'll go up on the zipper
Look out on the ocean and puke it all up
All the people will scream
We can have a laugh, 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 fiancee, and
Things were kinda crazy with her
I said 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 ... maybe?
I pulled in to the quick chek at 6 a.m
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?"