Brown Bag Chronicles

Yeah, back to the corner store Same clerk since

ninety-four

Rolling down the block,

sun fading away

Grab the keys, nothing much left to say Clerk at the counter,

same face as back then

Nods his head, says 'welcome back,

friend'

Brown paper bag holding what we need Streetlight cinematic,

cruising at our own speed Just another chapter in the everyday scene

Keeping it steady, if you know what I mean

It is the same old movie on the boulevard (yeah) Paper bag,

cold bottle, living hard (uh-huh) From the corner store back to the

block Where the clock ticks slow and the rhythm don't stop

Same old counter with the neon hum Watch the traffic flow,

see where we coming from Paying with a ten,

keep the change today

Clerk just smiles, we go on our way

Walking out the door to the cool night breeze No major drama,

just living at ease Paper bag tucked tight under my arm Cruising

the neighborhood, keeping out of harm

It is the same old movie on the boulevard

(yeah) Paper bag, cold bottle,

living hard

(uh-huh) From the corner store

back to the block Where the clock ticks slow and the rhythm

don't stop

Yeah, same clerk

Same run

Just another day (uh-huh)