Six A.M. Bodega

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Verse

There's a bell above the doorway and it rings you through the door
And the man behind the counter has been standing here all night
And he nods at me like family in the fluorescent light
And he knows I want a coffee and he knows I want it light
Oh, he's never asked my name and it has never not been right
And the shelves are full of everything and nothing, like before
And the cat is on the register, asleep, and nothing more
And it's six a.m., and I have been awake since three or four

Chorus

Six a.m. bodega, end of the parade
Everybody going home has been awake for all the night
Everybody's holding coffee and a coffee is a light
And the avenue is bluing and the bluing's getting bright
Oh the graveyard shift is over and the over is alright
Six a.m. bodega, everything we made
Was a night that nobody was watching and that nobody had paid
And it's beautiful, it's beautiful, and now it starts to fade

Verse

There's a nurse who's coming off the shift and dying for some sleep
There's a baker with his forearms white with flour, at the door
There's a kid still in his going-out clothes who isn't sure what for
There's a woman with a mop who's been here since the night before
Oh we're all of us the leftovers of everything before
And there's nothing that connects us but a shift that was too steep
And we nod at one another, and the nodding's what I keep
And the city's getting brighter and the price of it was sleep

Chorus

Six a.m. bodega, end of the parade
Everybody going home has been awake for all the night
Everybody's holding coffee and a coffee is a light
And the avenue is bluing and the bluing's getting bright
Oh the graveyard shift is over and the over is alright
Six a.m. bodega, everything we made
Was a night that nobody was watching and that nobody had paid
And it's beautiful, it's beautiful, and now it starts to fade

Bridge

When I walk back to the apartment I'll be covered in the dust
Of a night that nobody recorded, of an ordinary day
And I'll sleep until the afternoon and throw the night away
And I'll do the whole thing over and I'll do it anyway
Oh, the dust is where the light shows, that's the only thing I'd say
And the lamplight and the streetlight and the sunrise, all of us
Are the same ridiculous shining and the same ridiculous fuss
And I'm grateful, and I'm tired, and I'm every bit of dust

Outro

And I'm grateful, and I'm tired, and I'm every bit of dust