Coffee Den

He's sitting in a coffee den Holding a book by Kierkegaard He hopes someone will notice it He tries to read it, but it's way too hard And he's hoping someone will talk to him It's too soon to go home He can't even read Danish And he's feeling so alone Yeah, he's feeling so alone And he doesn't wanna go home She's sitting in a coffee den Sipping an iced chai She doesn't like the taste of it It was the cheapest thing to buy And she's hoping someone will sit with her Or call her on her phone 'Cause it's only eight-fifteen right now And she's feeling so alone Yeah, she's feeling so alone And she doesn't wanna go home You're sitting in a coffee den With a laptop in your face You've got nothing to write today And no "wireless" in this place So you're looking all around you 'Cause your concentration is thrown And you wish you'd brought something to read 'Cause you're feeling so alone Yeah, you're feeling so alone And you can't go home