Same old tables, same old names
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 2.5s
- length
- 3:49
- language
- En
lyrics
On the Formica by the window, your coffee’s gone cold Same chipped blue bowl, same salt on the roll Your brother’s got the same truck with the dent in the door And I’m at the same back booth as I was before You laughed at the joke that never got old Your ring still catches that diner light slow We stood in the same place, shoulder to shoulder Like the years sat down and just got smaller Same old tables, same old names Same old tables, nothing changed Same old tables, still the same Same old tables, same old names Your mama still folds napkins with that careful hand Your boots got red dust from the gravel out back The jukebox skipped twice on the same worn song And I knew by your smile we’d both waited too long Same old tables, same old names Same old tables, nothing changed Same old tables, still the same Same old tables, same old names Now the check sits there by the cracked sugar jar You say “drive safe” and reach for the car I want a new story, but none comes near Just the screen door creak and the truth in here Same old tables, same old names Same old tables, nothing changed Same old tables, still the same Same old tables, same old names
