Sitting where it was designed
Trying to be obvious and wondering if you’re blind
Nursing a drink until my vision blurs
While you check in with the regulars
Just talking shit with you all night
Sussing out the vibe
And passing up on rides

[Chorus]
If I could read your mind
Then I could catch my breath, I think I’d be just fine
You could die waiting for an omen, valentine
I don’t believe in a good moment at the wrong time

Put on “Feeling Strangely Fine.”
The nights not over until the third attempt
At “Closing Time.”
You’re drying drinking glasses
Ushering out drunk dumbasses
I cock my head, “Do you want to have onе more?”
You pull an ash tray out and lock the door

[Chorus]
If I could read your mind
Thеn I could catch my breath, I think I’d be just fine
You think it’s just a little crush—hush
There’s no such thing as a good moment
At the wrong time
I’m trying to catch my breath
But I’ve got nothing left
Waiting in my lungs
And If I’ve lost a step
Then we’ll just try our best
To keep the tempo up