Abandoned Luncheonette

They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette

Sipping imaginary cola

And drawing faces in the tabletop dust

His voice was rusty from years

As a sergeant on this man's army

He was 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

Day to day, to day today

Then they were old, their lives wasted away

Month to month, to year to year

They all run together, all run together

Time measured by the peeling of paint

On the luncheonette wall

They all 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 said, that's all it said

That's all it said

Day to day, day today

Then they were old, their lives wasted away

Month to month, and year to year

And month to month to month, and year to year

Day to day, day to day

Day to day, day to day

Day to day, day to day

Day to day, day to day

Day to day, day to day

Day to day, day to day