Dining Alone - Shakey Graves

Same old shoes on the same old feet

Same colored tie, every day of the week

Shampoo, conditioner, rinse and repeat

Drip, dry, do it again

I tell my woes to the knife and the spoon

Dining alone at a table for two

One glass of wine, is plenty of time

To dream about all of the things that I’ll never do

Oh, I wonder what it’s like

To fly a plane

Or to meet a girl on Friday night

And wake up next to her on Saturday

Oh to swim across the ocean blue

To walk a mile upon the moon

To wear the crown and sit upon the throne

But it’s getting late, this restaurant is closing

I guess I better go

I wander through the city, whistle a tune

Walk into a bar and ruin the mood

A dirty martini with an olive or two

Shake, pour, do it again

Oh with a couple more drinks, now they’re kicking me out

I always get in trouble when I open my mouth

Stumble on home, fall into bed

Then drift off into my head

Oh, I wonder what it’s like

To fly a plane

Or to meet a girl on Friday night

And wake up next to her on Saturday

Oh to swim across the ocean blue

To walk a mile upon the moon

To wear the crown and sit upon the throne

But it’s getting late, the sun is coming off to work I go

Same old shoes on the same old feet

One tracked mind, one way street

Well nothing’s gonna change for the same old me

Eat, sleep, do it again

Eat, sleep, do it again