He who lends a book is an idiot. He who returns the book is more of an idiot.
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The Sad Café
Out in the shiny night the rain
Was softly falling
The tracks that ran down the boulevard had
All been washed away
Out of the silver light the past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we would sing right out loud the
Things we could not say
We thought we could change this world
With words like "love" and "freedom"
We were part of the lonely crowd
Inside the Sad Cafe
Oh, expecting to fly,
We would meet on that shore in the
Sweet by and by
Some of their dreams came true,
Some just passed away
And some of the stayed behind
Inside the Sad Cafe.
The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by,
And wonder at the powers that be.
I don't know why fortune smiles on some
And let's the rest go free
Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly,
If they ever change at all
There's no use in asking why,
It just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight baby
Inside the Sad Cafe.
Why don't you meet me at midnight baby,
Inside the Sad Cafe.