by Alice
bossa nova, nylon string guitar, brushed drums, upright bass, soft flugelhorn, unhurried seaside jazz · easygoing
Nothing until noon, nothing until noon
The chairs are still stacked, the tide's still out
The coffee man is talking to his radio
About a game that ended years ago
And I've got nothing until noon
Not a call, not a coin, not a thing to prove
Let the morning take the long way round
I'll be here, I'll be here
A dog has claimed the only patch of sun
A boat comes in with almost nothing on it
The waiter brings me what I didn't order
And he is right, it's better
And I've got nothing until noon
Not a call, not a coin, not a thing to prove
Let the morning take the long way round
I'll be here, I'll be here
Somewhere there's a version of me
Answering everything right on time
I hope he's well, I hope he's happy
I am not going to call him
And I've got nothing until noon
Not a call, not a coin, not a thing to prove
Let the morning take the long way round
I'll be here, I'll be here