Coffee Eyes

Two dollars twenty-seven cents

January 17th, 2006.

Here in a diner with my friends

Talking about how the year went.

A few years later, I walk in.

Patti knew my drink

And she asked where the hell we've been.

"You used to come here every night.

It's not the same without you kids."



I cut my hand on a piece of glass

The time we found Dave half-dead in the parking lot

And spent the rest of the night in the ER.



I cut my hand on a piece of glass

And I hope the scar lasts

So I don't forget that

There's always been a table for me there.

Through coffee eyes and blank stares,

Our late night affairs,

There's always been a table for me there.

So you can try to forget or say it's the past.

You know, you'll always end up right back where you left.



I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving

The fall that Colleen left.

This was a place to call home

When it felt like the world didn't want us.



I watched Mike slash Mon's tires.

We laughed about it later.

I watched friendships dissolve

In the booth on the back wall.



I cut my hand on a piece of glass

And I hope the scar lasts

There's always been a table for me there.

Through coffee eyes and blank stares,

Our late night affairs,

There's always been a table for me there.

So you can try to forget or say it's the past.

You know, you'll always end up right back where you left.



There's always been a table for me there,

There's always been a table for me there

There's always been a table for me there

Through all of the years.

There's always been a table for me there

Through all of the years.

There's always been a table for me there

Through all of the years.

There's always been a table for me there