This coffee house is home I do not dare to roam My life's on hesitate I just sit and wait In this coffee house my home My heart is all alone Another night on my own No ringing from my phone These coffee stains are old And my bones are turning cold In this coffee house my home I hear knock and you'll receive Yeah, knock and you'll receive But only if you believe Then what's to become of me What's to become of me? I look but I just can't seem to see In this coffee house my home (c) 2006 Michael Chacon