Sitting in my own cafe I heard the tunes and I was miles away Up the stairs repairing window screens In the maintenance bay with my buddy Chris Levin There was a hand-sawn box with a speaker lead To Jazz88 it was a somewhat static feed But when we tweaked it right and got the tuning fine We were fixing screens way back in 1939 It was an honest day's work, just a-passing time A brush drum solo, and a simple bass line A smooth clarinet, the melody unwinds Putting in the hours, with this friend of mine On the other side of the world with a cool cup of jazz But a finger-tapping shuffle I found is all it ever has Thinking bout when we were fixing screens With that radio there, me and Chris Levin

He said he's moving out of Carcasonne, taking his wheat and his sheep to settle down in Catan And with a brick and a wood he can build him a road But he's circled the island and he's still so alone The walls were going up in the South of France They played a tune for you but you didn't want to dance The farms were fenced in, and the cities fortified The cathedral relocated outside of town, but the spring was running dry A perfect hexagon and a roll of the dice You came to tame the tiger, but he wouldn't play nice A storm is coming in, and the sea is gonna rise If there's pieces, there's a puzzle, there's a Builder you see, but you can't see Him with your eyes Who is putting down the pieces, who is putting them down? If it wasn't the chief, then why's he wearing the crown? Swine and sea turtles, there are traders and thieves Peasants pull the ploughs, princes eat as they please It's the order and perspective, each is taking his turn With the cards he was dealt, still he can't help but yearn To take something out of here that he didn't bring in But nothing comes from nothing, it's about origin Of the species, all the pieces If he warned you from beyond the grave, I still think that you wouldn't believe In the chasm, or even fathom The intense loneliness that's so far off the board It was written on your heart by the hand of the Lord So if you're looking at the world in only 3-D You've left out the dimension that's impossible to see Cuz if there's pieces there's a puzzle, there's a Builder you see But the limit's no longer the sky So he said he's moving out of Carcassonne

I've got a hunch this is one of those times I've got to roll with the punches I think it's time I realized not everything needs to be analyzed They say success is in attention to detail But when's the last time you had a breathtaking view I've heard that wisdom's making fine distinctions But when's the last time you let a melody wash over you I've got a hunch this is one of those times I've got to roll with the punches I think it's time I realized not everything needs to be analyzed They say success is in attention to detail But when's the last time you had a breathtaking view I know that wisdom's making fine distinctions But when's the last time you let humility wash over you

I guess you've grown out of your apron and it's time to move on I see your capuccino can no longer be improved on I've got nothing left to offer There's no contract I'd let you sign anyway I got this nagging feeling that I haven't done enough And so my drive home from work tonight was a little rough Cuz I've got nothing left to offer But I can't stand to see you go away I've got nothing left to offer There's no contract I'd let you sign But you've got so much left to offer So get out there girl and let it shine I've got nothing left to offer But I can't stand to see you go away

When they heard we were leaving for college They turned Jammin’ Java into a real estate office When they heard we had played our last show They shut the doors at Caffe Sarajevo When they heard we stopped cruising around in my car Singing wherever we went They took the price of gas up a full 80% Back then we could make no mistakes When we knew all the words to every song on the tape And the days of ska have all but passed away And now emo is calling out our names We should have know they couldn’t go on without us And when we came back nothing would be quite like we left it But who was there to stand in the way of all our dreams We’ve gone and we’ve learned and we’ve grown but we’ve yearned For everything that those things mean And God forbid that day should come when even Friendly’s would go under But you know if that happened I’d still always be your brother

I had to co-sign on a tangent and you should've seen the fine print It was the square root of all kinds of evil in this world A social contract is like a terrible hex if it's a function of y with respect to x With a radius of a pi in the sky And no matter how you figure, I think it's gonna be a long division He didn't come to bring peace but a sword This wicked world will never change, O Lord Teach us how to number out our days That we can gain a heart of wisdom to stand up and be counted among the faithful Have you begun to calculate the point at which harmony boils to hate It about the vector speed of a hit and run The area under the curve of a bridge is only integral to the way we live If in the end the value of i equals the sum