Nirvana - Tom Waits

Not much chance completely cut loose from purpose

He was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere

And it began to snow

And the bus stopped at a little café in the hills

And the passengers entered

And he sat at the counter with the others

And he ordered the food arrived

And the meal was particularly good

And the coffee

The waitress was unlike the women he had known

She was unaffected and there was a natural humor which came from her

And the fry cook said crazy things

And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh

And the young man watched the snow through the window

And he wanted to stay in that café forever

The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there

And it would always stay beautiful there

And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board

And the young man thought I’ll just stay here

I’ll just stay here

And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus

He found his seat and looked at the café through the window

And then the bus moved off down a curve downward out of the hills

And the young man looked straight forward

And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things

Or they were reading or trying to sleep

And they hadn’t noticed the magic

And the young man put his head to one side

Closed his eyes and pretended to sleep

There was nothing else to do

Just to listen to the sound of the engine

And the sound of the tires

In the snow