Trainwreck
Cafe Desire © 1998 Whittenburg



 It was late and everyone had left the cafe
 Except for the old man who sat in the shadows
It was late and everyone had had a long day
 Especially the old man who sat in the shadows
But we knew his despair was over nothing
'Cause he had lot of money

He tapped his glass on the table 
When he wanted another round
His wife, she found him hanging last week
 She had to cut him down
But we knew that he wasn't leaving until he was ready
 As he spoke to me, his voice was so unsteady

 He said, "I like a clean, well lighted place
 That reminds me of home and the sight of her face
 No clutter around to get in my way
And all happy sounds to remind me of those days
That I spent with her

He was old. And though he had come a long way
 He wasn't sure if the deal it was still good
 He was old. But he still had plenty to say
He talked about how nothing always came from nothing
 Nada pues y nada sure was an ugly thing
 Nada pues y nada sure was an ugly thing

 He said, "I like a clean, well lighted place
 That reminds me of home and the sight of her face
 No clutter around to get in my way 
 And all happy sounds to remind me of those days 
That I spent with her

It was hot and everyone stood by the grave
 Except for the old man who laid in it's shadow
It was hot and soon we would be on our way
Except for the old man who laid in the shadows
But we knew that he wasn't leaving until he was ready
 And the last time we spoke, he sure sounded ready