Late

© 2005 Midnight Island Music

Caught in the rain in a pitiful state
He checks that his tie and his jacket are straight
This evening let's eat a little bit late
It's hard to develop the patience to wait
You can't have the order the other guy ate
This evening let's eat a little bit late

Too tired to notice the time or the date
I'm through being amused by the endless debate
About whether taste is acquired or innate

Every account of a meal I relate
Memory and appetite tend to inflate
This evening let's eat a little bit late
Sometimes I say what I hope carries weight
A fairly unfortunate character trait
This evening let's eat a little bit late

The future arrives with the force of a freight
Or a pantomime elephant learning to skate
Some of it good, and some not so great

Establishments struggle to put on the plate
The ambitious dishes their kitchens create
This evening let's eat a little bit late
Warmed-over leftovers served at the rate
Of a thirty-three played back at seventy-eight
This evening let's eat a little bit late

I've been doing my best to wrestle from fate
Some sense in the ashes that fall from the grate
Crumbs from the table left out by the gate

Something's come up that's wiped clean the slate
Pack up the linen and nail shut the crate
This evening let's eat a little bit late
This evening let's eat a little bit late