Tiny Little World - Mike Gordon

Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her

On a walkie talkie, talkin' sloshy 'n naught-ay

Losin' my Zen contentment, drugged, entranced by her lilac mist

Not actin' cock-ay, just came to get some nuts and a latte

Drench me in pretense and tempt me with the quench of your kiss

In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion

Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean

Got to take it slow, try and find my posse

But nothing’s making sense, so I shake and make it saucy

It’s not enough in my eyes, night falls;

Oh, I follow her light

Stop motion strobes swirl at Benny’s Boomerang

Climbing in a bass bin, I’m shakin' and fallin' through the dark and spit out

Dive over shoulders, Harlem shake-dance on a bar stool and I feel a yank

A ballerina balancing on the bar kicks and I fall and black out

In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion

Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean

Got to take it slow, try and find my posse

But nothing’s making sense, so I shake and make it saucy

Ride that little bitty train that could

Ride that little bitty train that could

Ride that little bitty train that could

Drowned in sleep the morning comes, crawl on concrete and climb up in my car

When two notes cross, delivered wrong, ain’t it a pity?

Phone’s ringing 'n ringing, running red lights while they’re huntin' me down

Got two house closings at the same time in two parts of this city

Gotta put you on hold while I calm my secret other-life down

In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion

Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean

Got to take it slow, try and find my posse

But nothing’s making sense, so I shake and make it saucy

Ride that little bitty train that could

Ride that little bitty train that could

I’m reachin' outta body, you can be my hot toddy (Ride that little bitty train

that could)

Ain’t tryin' to be gaudy, but you hot like a hibachi (Ride that little bitty

train that could)

I pulsate like an earthquake, be my soul mate when we calibrate (Ride that

little bitty train that could)

Start to free associate, you’re makin' me evaporate (Ride that little bitty

train that could)

My wish is to be squished, blown back out like a blowfish (Ride that little

bitty train that could)

Pickin' up your wishes like a satellite dish (Ride that little bitty train that

could)

And every chef knows: it’s the sauce that makes the dish

Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her