Coffee Eyes - The Wonder Years

Two dollars, twenty-seven cents

January seventeenth, 2006

Here in a diner with my friends

Talking about how the year went

A few years later I walk in Patti knew my drink

And she asked where the hell we’ve been

You used to come here every night

It’s not the same without you kids

I cut my hand on a piece of glass

The time we found Dave half dead in the parking lot

And spent the rest of the night in the ER

I cut my hand on a piece of glass

And I hope the scar lasts

So I don’t forget that

There’s been a table for me there

Through coffee eyes and blank stares

Our late night affairs

There’s always been a table for me there

So you can try to forget or say it’s the past

You know you’ll always end up right back where you left

I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving

The fall that Colleen left

This was a place to call home

When it felt like the world didn’t want us I watched Mike slash Mon’s tires

We laughed about it later

I watched friendships dissolve

In the booth on the back wall

I cut my hand on a piece of glass

And I hope the scar lasts

There’s always been a table for me there

Through coffee eyes and blank stares

Our late night affairs

There’s always been a table for me there

So you can try to forget or say it’s the past

You know you’ll always end up right back where you left

There’s always been a table for me there

There’s always been a table for me there

There’s always been a table for me there

Through all of the years

There’s always been a table for me there

Through all of the years

There’s always been a table for me there

Through all of the years

There’s always been a table for me there