Forty Year Menu

[Verse 1]
The bell above the door still sings that same old rusty tune
The coffee's still a dollar underneath a plastic moon
And Flo still calls you 'honey,' wipes the counter with a smile
She knows you'll get the special, 'cause you have for a long while

[Chorus]
Forty years of vinyl spinning the exact same song
Right here in this faded booth is where I will always belong

[Verse 2]
The vinyl on the seat is cracked, a map of yesterday
That buzzing neon sign still chases all the blues away
I found my name carved in the wood from nineteen-eighty-three
Guess nothing's really changed at all, not this old place or me

[Bridge]
The world outside is rushing, a river moving fast
But in here time is standing still, a future in the past

[Outro]
Flo just poured another cup, said "see you soon, my dear."