He walks in with flowers in his hand
Chardonnay under city lights
Well-dressed like love still has a plan
Something old-school in his eyes
I watch him from across the room
Thinking how lucky she must be
Whoever gets those roses soon
Gets something rare, not easy

If that were me, I'd never look away
I'd choose him every single day
I'd read the poetry in all his plans
In his flowers, in his Chardonnay
If that were me, I'd stay
I follow shadows down the street
Watch him smile, kind and warm
She's scrolling through her phone, bored and cold
While he's still trying to perform
Then she stands up, leaves him there
Roses fading in the air

If that were me, I'd never look away
I'd listen to every word he'd say
I'd hold that moment in my hands
In his flowers, in his Chardonnay
If that were me, I'd stay

I think about crossing the room
Pulling that empty chair real close
Saying something soft and true
Just to give his heart some hope
But courage doesn't show its face
So I let the moment break

If that were me, I'd find a way
But it's not me, not today
He walks his road, I walk mine
Two hearts passing by
With flowers
And Chardonnay