chase and sanborn met
bumming cigarettes from the bums
that they met
in the downtown streets of the city,
in the downtown streets of the city.
girls and coffee tasting,
watching movies and wasting time,
we could recite every line from 'plain clothes' and 'out of sight'
a young arlis howard could make you feel alright.
but those maxwell house dreams won't
hold you up when the caffeine folds
in the blood of your heart, and you know its true.
trying hard to ensure
the dregs of your cup aren't too plebian,
cause those mechanical eyes tell unreliable lies
when they're judging the human heart.
oh! sister's mary's room,
oh! the physical duplicates,
oh! my reds and greens,
and what it's like to be a bat.
but those maxwell house dreams won't
hold you up when your friendships fold
and you're left alone.
sanborn says the taste has changed,
but chase still says it tastes the same,just his tastes in friends has changed
and he could never feel the same.
but we'll always have those better times,
we'll always have those better times
with young arlis howard,
in the downtown streets of the city,
in the downtown streets of the city.