Where we should be
Inside the coffee shop, I smoke my cigarette
and as it rains outside, the world is getting wet
but in the warmth with me, there are three other folk
reaching his misery, all joy has been revoked.
and I missed my last bus,
and I know not where I am going to,
but I will not make a fuss,
for maybe I'm exactly where I should be.
a man sits to my right, his clothes are tattered, torn
his coffees cold no doubt, at least inside its warm
he says his name is Rich, and then he cracks a smile
I say I've got some time, care to sit and talk awhile
and as we laugh, and as we cry
both forgetting our loneliness
minutes, hours pass us by
for maybe we're exactly where we should be.
a bearded man walks in, he drives a taxi car
always going someplace, never getting far
the woman at the counter, pours him a cup of joe
and I can't help but wonder, who's gonna give her what she's owed
we all do the best we can
live the only lives we'll ever know
and we may feel like there's no plan
this is exactly where we should be
we all do the best we can
live the lonely lives we'll always know
though we may feel its out of hand
we are exactly where we should be
we are exactly where we should be