Grocery Store

standing in line at the grocery store

it's February, as cold as it gets

there's a little girl in front of me with no coat on

her mama's buying tampons and cigarettes

I try to catch her eye, give her a smile

tell her it's gonna be okay, but it might take awhile

everybody's got something that they're searching for

Tuesday night, standing in line at the grocery store

the cashier seemed a little distracted

he's staring off into space

he's well-dressed and handsome

fifty-something and he seems so out of place

he looks like a football coach who just lost his way

maybe he drinks too much, but who am i to say?

everybody's got something that they're searching for

Tuesday night, standing in line at the grocery store

we all stare at the magazines

movie stars and beauty queens

everything that we're supposed to me

times are hard right now

but we all get somehow

up and down the aisles of the American dream