Take-Out

At noon, six o'clock
Drive-thru around the block
Nobody dining in
Just disconnecting
No time to sit around
Get in get out
No talking got no time
Nobody eats inside
Diner, Taco Bell
Empty hollow shell
Nothin no rowdy teens
No old man mumbling

Drive-thru order drive-thru line
Nobody eats inside
Take-out burger take-out fry
Nobody eats inside

Why sit around
Get in get out
It's a ghost town
No one eats inside

Just take that food to go
Gotta run back home
Another third place
Been turned to an empty space
Maybe it's shit in there
Bad table bad chair
But think what you give up
Refill cup, catch up
So you don't have to eat
With strangers off the street
Loss of community
Traded for being comfy

Nobody eats inside
Nobody eats inside
Drive-thru order drive-thru line
Nobody eats inside
Take-out burger take-out fry
Nobody eats inside



Credits
Writer(s): Roger Biersborn
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