Getting to Me

Waitress sets the tables

2 and 4 and 6

Laying placemats

Knife, fork, spoon upon napkin

All the counter people

She knows us all by name

A counter people vision

Everywhere we are the same

Oh and once everything starts to shift

Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give

Oh but I don't know where to put my hands

And the thought of silence makes me sick

Hey, I think it might be getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

All of the pretty people are out here

The women with their jewels and their long dangling earrings

And the men with one hand on the small of her back

The other casually with his thumb

Through the belt loop of his waistband

And so you line 'em up

A single set and another one gone

Our shotgun days with your name on the line

And so you line 'em up

A single set and another one gone

Our shotgun days with your name on the line only to say

Hey, I think it might be getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me