Getting To Me - Caroline Rose

Waitress sets the tables, two and four and six

Laying placemats, knife, fork, spoon upon napkin

All the counter people, she knows us all by name

A counter people fission, everywhere we are the same

Oh, and once everything starts to shift

Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give

Oh, but I don’t know where to put my hands

And the thought of silence makes me sick

Hey, I think it might be getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

All of the pretty people are out here

The women with their jewels and their long dangling earrings

And the men with one hand on the small of her back

The other casually with his thumb through the belt loop of his waistband

And so you line 'em up

A single cell and another one gone

Ostracon vase with your name on the line

And so you line 'em up

A single cell and another one gone

Ostracon vase with your name on the line

Hey, I think it might be getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me