In a small café on the edge of town
A beat up truck and a motorbike hangin' round
You were sittin' in the shade
You didn't have much to say
In that small café
In the heat of the day
A summer breeze was blowin' and a jukebox played
A long forgotten song from a long forgotten decade
All the windows were broken
So much for the plans that we made
Nothin' lasts forever anyway
No small café
The sign says, "For Sale - a vacant lot to build"
Yeah, but the café's still standin' there alone in the evenin' chill
If only those tables could speak
What stories they could tell
But they'll bury them with the garbage as well
Too much trouble to sell
Don Hillman's Secret Beach - Cosmic Café Lyrics
Don Hillman's Secret Beach - Cosmic Café Lyrics
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In a small café on the edge of town
A beat up truck and a motorbike hangin' round
You were sittin' in the shade
You didn't have much to say
In that small café
In the heat of the day
A summer breeze was blowin' and a jukebox played
A long forgotten song from a long forgotten decade
All the windows were broken
So much for the plans that we made
Nothin' lasts forever anyway
No small café
The sign says, "For Sale - a vacant lot to build"
Yeah, but the café's still standin' there alone in the evenin' chill
If only those tables could speak
What stories they could tell
But they'll bury them with the garbage as well
Too much trouble to sell
A beat up truck and a motorbike hangin' round
You were sittin' in the shade
You didn't have much to say
In that small café
In the heat of the day
A summer breeze was blowin' and a jukebox played
A long forgotten song from a long forgotten decade
All the windows were broken
So much for the plans that we made
Nothin' lasts forever anyway
No small café
The sign says, "For Sale - a vacant lot to build"
Yeah, but the café's still standin' there alone in the evenin' chill
If only those tables could speak
What stories they could tell
But they'll bury them with the garbage as well
Too much trouble to sell
Writer: Don Hillman's Secret Beach
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