Lyrics

There's a coffee shop on the corner by the old church
I'm sure you might have seen me there before
You won't see white linen on the tables
There's rust on the bench outside the door

I try to stop there once or twice a week
throw my dreams into the cappuccino foam
Don't care if it's rough around the edges
To me, this place always feels like home

Charlie's always in there playing checkers
Undefeated for about a dozen years
Frank stops iin every afternoon
Ever since he had to give up drinking beer

yesterday's news is on the counter
the chairs all lean a little to the right
But they server their coffee like no other
Strong as Samson, black as night

chorus

No one seems to worry bout what time it is
No one seems to worry much at all
Cuz you can be a lone and not be lonely
Just looking at the pictures on the wall

I'm told the finest coffee you can order
Is served on the sidewalk bars in France
But I wouldn't find your smiling face in Paris
So I wouldn't go even if I had the chance

try to stop there once or twice a week
throw my dreams into the cappuccino foam
Don't care if it's rough around the edges
To me, this place always feels like home