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Coffee Beanery lyrics
The coffee beanery was about to explode
Or was it a field
Nobody knows
Nobody saw it coming
But for days
The forecast predicted frost
The TV s radiated ice
The Toyota became a baked Alaska
And if we took out our spoons
The windshield wipers scraping beneath
A little work for dessert
If every course would put up a good fight first
All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you ll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who s gonna pick up the pieces then
The signs, they were all there before
A blink of barrette the waves crashing down on the colonials
Everybody said "don t get caught, darling, you gonna end up in a Folgers tin"
But even they liked the storm
And they drive me batty when they say things like that
Cause you know I ve heard the stories, too
Oh I ve heard the wives tale
Where Polly at a load of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats
Never did want an American short-hair cause they ve got bones to pick
All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you ll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who s gonna pick up the pieces then
I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello like it was a banjo
We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes till she said
"Why don t we go and see about that parade?"
And James with his beard which is down to his knees, is
Probably in Asia chewing on a coil of ginseng and he s
Writing me every week about the big beautiful world
I kind of want to be a part of it.
All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you ll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who s gonna pick up the pieces then
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