They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette
Sipping imaginary and cola drawing faces in the tabletop dust

His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army"

They were old and crusty

She was twenty when the diner was a baby

He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
Gravy

Hair black and wavy

Brilliantine slick, a pot  cleaning dandy,

He was young and randy

to Day day, to day today

Then they were old, their lives wasted away

Month to month, year to year

They all run together

They all run together

Time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall

They sat together in the empty diner

Filled with cracked china

Old news was blowing across the filthy floor

And the sign on the door read "this way out", that's all it read
That's all it said

That's all it said

Day to day, to day today

Then they were old, their lives wasted away

Month to month, year to year

Month to month, to month year to year

Month to month, Day to day year to year day to day
Month to month, Day to day year to year day to day
Month to month, Day to day year to year day to day
Month to month, Day to day year to year day to day
Month to month, Day to day year to year day to day
Month to month, Day to day year to year