The Cycle
In and out, In and out
The line moves and sways
So much you could stand there for days
Atleast till the sun sheds it's rays
In and out, In and out
Grind and brew, grind and brew
The snobs stand ten feet tall
The commuters hustle so much they fall
The regulars sit in the back and watch it all
Grind and brew, grind and brew
Sun rises, sun sets
The shop is quiet and still
Oh how it does fill
So loud it could kill and then back to still
Sun rises, sun sets
The cycle returns and goes on again
In and out, In and out
Grind and brew, grind and brew
Sun rises, sun sets
The cycle returns and goes on again