Hourglass Café

(hmmm-mm) The rain is washing down the glass

While headlights curve and slide

I've got a ceramic cup to hold

And a corner booth to hide

(and keep the cold outside)

But the world spins round and round the block

And the steam begins to clear

Maybe I'll step into the street

Instead of watching from in here

The clock says half-past three AM

The barista sweeps the floor

I watch the shadows pull away

From the heavy wooden door

(almost ready now) But the world spins round and round the block

And the steam begins to clear

Maybe I'll step into the street

Instead of watching from in here

Step into the street

(yeah,

step right out)