© 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