(Music & Words: Ingmar Varain and Choose Life)
Cold coffee standin'
on my table
Not worth warmin' it up once more
Displays that I was not able
To serve it well and sell it in the store
Small man lookin'
thru my window
Castin' a grin at me
Says big man come off big rainbow
No good is so high to be
And know by now
that sleep's awake
Dip it in cold coffee and have another cake
Here I go, goodbye to
I think I hope you loved me too
I recognized myself in your hands
Yesterday's news now I understand
Again and again singin' in the rain
You And I and everyone else is to blame
I feel sick, I feel tired
(I felt good and I got fired)
Cold coffee drippin'
from my desk
Mistaken for the smell of love
Stir it up for the sake of the past
Touchin' it with a golden glove
Small man will you be
my friend now?
No he's just the messenger
To convey the power I'll have to find
I ride and I ride, and I'm the passenger