Little crowds of people forming cliques around the tables,
And the man with the TV grin says 'This is your life',
And you know you don't want to follow,
But you can't pick up tomorrow just anywhere.

Girls with accents, wreathed with smiles and smoke,
Sit cracking acid jokes about everybody that they seem to know;
Stirring coffee with the rest,
You know this isn't quite what you expected.

The dreamer sits by the window,
He's been waiting for the world to ask him out;
His eyes look somehow cheated, but his face so full of love,
He's tried so hard to please the world,
But always acted so slowly, too cautious, too kind

The dreamer comes to the window,
There are lines upon his face,
He's offering you a pack of cards,
But he never seems to deal the ace.
He's never denied anyone,
But always expected so much, the dreamer with a grin.

Little crowds of people forming cliques around the tables,
And the man with the TV grin says 'This is your life',
And you know you don't want to follow,
But you can't pick up tomorrow just anywhere.

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