At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain`t no fields to plow
No reason to now
He`s just a little out of place
Well they say crime don`t pay
But neither does farmin` these days
And the coffee is cold
And he`s fifty years old
And he`s got to learn to live some other way
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain`t no fields to plow
He`s busin` tables now
He`s just a little out of place
And the meek shall inherit the earth
And the bank shall repossess it
This job don`t pay half what it`s worth
But it`s a thankful man that gets it
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain`t no fields to plow
He`s wishin` for one now
He`s just a little out of place
All these soldiers without wars
And hometown boys without a home
Farmers without fields
Dealers without deals
And they sit here drinking coffee all alone
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on their face
There ain`t no fields to plow
They still remember how
They`re just a little out of place