Song Search

Sunday Afternoon At The Columns Hotel

by Philip Melancon

on Virtually Live (1998)

Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
Music was playing games with my memory
My mind was a-fizz with champagne

My head, it was spinning
You looked rather faint
Then lucky for us it rained
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel

Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
A chorus of crickets, the tinkling of glass
The uneven rhythm of the streetcars pass

Framed in the doorway, tethered by a song
We could have made a scene
Had not that waiter come along
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel

We traded stories, we told too much
Though it seems we hardly spoke a word
As you gathered phrases to splice in a poem
I gathered lines to tie in this song

Falling in love at the Columns Hotel
One Sunday afternoon with you
Sometime between the salmon and the cheescake
My heart went a-flutter and I went over the brink

And as we were falling with ease to the breeze
My heart was composing this harmony
For Sundays with you were emeralds and diamonds
Gershwin and Porter, the moment was timeless
That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel