At Noon

Oh, at noon the sidewalks are full
With people on their smoke breaks
Is there anything sadder than all the people
On their smoke breaks at noon?
Sun in the sky, slush on the curb
If you wanna believe something, believe that it’s hurt
Could be the only thing to get you off your ass
And into the cold of noon
What you can’t get at home, you can get in the town
Pack of blue American spirits, baby
A face full of coffee grounds
For your hobo soul, for your hobo soul
Oh, oh, at noon
I figured you for a girl who wore mittens
And drank black-and-white milkshakes
That was before I saw you polish off a half a pack before noon
Now the baby is two and you’re clean as a whistle
It’s me now who’s got the shakes
You and me on the way to the hospital at noon
All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we’re fake?
Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes?
And what about your boho soul? What about those paintings we made?
Oh baby, say it’s not time for us to start getting up before noon
All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we’re fake?
Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes?
All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we’re fake?
Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes?