The cafe don't serve breakfast after 2 pm
I signed the check and then I pocketed the pen
Place smelled less like coffee than it did piss that smelled like coffee
And anyways I'm starting to write again
But the lines they don't come easy — they're like wild dogs or sleep
And there's a nest of dove out humming by the street
And ain't nothing much to do but check my watch and think of you
Two hands that never seem to meet
And I've wondered through the night 'til the stars all shed their light
And if those damn dove get some sleep then so will I
And I've wondered through the night 'til the stars all shed their light
And if those damn dove get some sleep then so will I
And I've swallowed all my pride and I've chased it down with rye
And if those damn dove get some sleep then so will I
In the trembling light of a dying candle's flame
Footsteps fell like walking down a slowing train
And I'll bet you think of me when the cars outside sound like the sea
And probably when you're taking aim
And I've wondered through the night 'til the stars all shed their light
And if those damn dove get some sleep then so will I
And I've swallowed all my pride and I've chased it down with rye
And if those damn dove get some sleep then so will I
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