1000 Cups Lyrics

3 O'clock on doomsday

Nothing to do but think about

Tomorrow's cups of coffee

Three dollars, a thousand cups

The math is simple but it's not enough

So add it to the list

Of all those things that you see

With kaleidoscope integrity

A thousand angles to a thousand lies

Around the street the city surrounds you

Dead on your feet her smile confounds you

Hands tucked in your blue jeans

Coat zipped up she braves the night

Held at bay by sepia streetlights

The city sounds December

A car starts and the clock ticks

The garden grows but it looks sick

And my degree won't work its magic

Tomorrow or a century

The only thing left of me eventually

Will be this single use plastic

Chin up eyes straight

We all combust anyway

We're destined for the atmosphere

You tell that joke I laugh out loud

Kiss your gem into my brow

A story to make Tolkien proud

Hang a picture on the wall

That ancient swing set seemed so tall

And now it seems so empty

Is this just me getting older

Or has the whole world grown much colder

And all our cheeks less rosy?

Kiss my forehead and sing "goodnight"

In that moment I feel alright

What else can you ask for?