Testo di The Table

Brushing shoulders With greatness Signed the dotted line Golden glow when You're the favorite Wither on the vine What a funny feeling When you hit the ceiling Wanted a seat at the table Hungry to fit the fable Thought it'd be a taste I'd savor Till I took a bite Now I got a room And it's all mine Always a chair Always some wine No one to please And I can leave Any time Hung up the rest of me On the coat rack Told my gut to sit down Laughed the loudest At the party Drove home broken down One day I quit waiting For the invitation Wanted a seat at the table Hungry to fit the fable Thought it'd be a taste I'd savor Till I took a bite Now I got a room And it's all mine Always a chair Always some wine No one to please And I can leave Any time I can leave Any time Wanted a seat at the table Hungry to fit the fable Thought it'd be a taste I'd savor Till I took a bite Now I got a room And it's all mine Always a chair Always some wine No one to please And I can leave Any time No one to please And I can leave Any time