May Day Cafe

I've got everything under control
I've put it all together now I'm finally on a roll
I fill every hour of every day
And I spend all my evenings at the May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day

It's a romantic comedy of one
I don't have time to nurse a poet or a prodigal son
I don't want anyone calling me on what I say
I want a moment of silence at the May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day, May Day

My happiness depends on it
My sanity depends on it
My worthiness depends on this soft cover crowd scene
My righteousness depends on it
Stability depends on it
Hell, everything depends on this sweet sweet dream

Nothing to prove

The carousel spins too fast
I see my reflection at the bottom of a glass
I want to fill you up until you feel OK
I want to find my communion at the May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day Cafe
May Day Cafe
May Day, May Day, May Day

Nothing to prove, nothing to prove, nothing to prove...

Lyrics by Nerissa Nields, music by Nerissa Nields and Dave Chalfant © 1999 Peter Quince Productions and Chalfantian Music (ASCAP)

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