The Cycle

In and out, In and out

The line moves and sways 

So much you could stand there for days 

Atleast till the sun sheds it's rays

In and out, In and out

Grind and brew, grind and brew

The snobs stand ten feet tall

The commuters hustle so much they fall 

The regulars sit in the back and watch it all

Grind and brew, grind and brew

Sun rises, sun sets

The shop is quiet and still

Oh how it does fill

So loud it could kill and then back to still

Sun rises, sun sets

The cycle returns and goes on again

In and out, In and out

Grind and brew, grind and brew

Sun rises, sun sets

The cycle returns and goes on again