Soda Fountain Song

Sitting in the sweet spot
On a soda fountain stool
Sipping off the top of a bottomless cup of coffee
And feeling pretty cool
Here at the only place in town where you can still get
Mud for a quarter
And sit and listen to how times were before the war

There's an old man leaning on the counter
Counting his change
Looks like he doesn't quite have enough for toast
I'd help him out but when I pay for my coffee
I'll only have a penny left over
I'd say it's ok to be so poor when you're young
And your best day is yet to come
But that hungry old man with the trembling hands
Is never going back to college either

So I'll sing you a soda fountain song
Sometimes its hard to find a place
Where you may feel that you belong
And a man can outlive his own expectations
And still somehow get along
In a soda fountain song

The trailer court homecoming queen waitress
Is swapping jokes with a newcomer
He's only been around for a little while
But it's a common ground in a strange small town
And it feels a little like home if you can share a smile
No the newcomer doesn't know the difference
Between a hunter and a fisherman
He's from New York City or something
But he's lied and waited for sunrise
And he's waited and lied about the night before
So he gets the punchline anyway
By now I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror behind the fountain
Daydreaming of making a record of these events I have witnessed
Wondering why I think anybody'd be interested

But I'll sing you a soda fountain song
Sometimes its hard to find a place
Where you may feel that you belong
And a man can outlive his greatest ambitions
And still somehow get along
In a soda fountain song