Beneath the Waves an Ocean

Three men walk into a café
Take a corner booth — and wait for context
Excuse me madam, this service is a joke
I came in here for anecdotes
And left with friends I’ll never sing for
You’re not just a punchline now
You’re more than the end of something
Don’t get found out
No fish — mother can’t do seafood
Drop omega three — in her brandy
Waiter waiter, there’s movement in my soup
I swear I saw the chicken making eyes across
The table at me
You’re not just a punchline now
You’re more than the end of something
Don’t get found out
No way, you’ll ever find peace
You’ll ever find peace with the name they gave you
No way, you’ll ever find peace
You’ll ever find peace with the name you’ve got
You’re not just a punchline now
You’re more than the end of something
Don’t get found out
No way, you’ll ever find peace
You’ll ever find peace with the name they gave you
No way, you’ll ever find peace
You’ll ever find peace with the name you’ve got