A man he sits at a café
Opens a note his smile wanes
He stares down at his coffee cup
The only thing warm to his touch
Maybe he's expecting to meet someone
The timing's all wrong
He stops to wind his pocket watch
And maybe he collects clocks
But won't correct the tocks
He's waiting for the ticks to change
I want to say...
Excuse me, sir, I beg
A penny for your thoughts
I know, I know, I know
I know it's not a lot
But a penny's all I've got
A penny for your thoughts
Come what may a different day
We leave this world all the same
You can tell by the books he reads
He has a few college degrees
Maybe he has old friends
Who call him by his last name
Maybe they'd be better friends
If they knew his first name
Maybe he has ten kids
Each one's named after him
But no one calls him 'Dad' these days
If I could say...
Excuse me, sir, I beg
A penny for your thoughts
I know, I know, I know
I know it's not a lot
But a penny's all I've got
A penny for your thoughts
He gathers his things and stands up to leave
But wait, sir, I didn't ask anything
I'll see him again but why leave it to chance
Why chance it?
Excuse me, sir, I beg
A penny for your thoughts
I know, I know, I know
I know it's not a lot
But a penny's all I've got
A penny's all I've got