one more table to serve
one more tray of glasses to clean
one last customer left
one day that the world won’t miss
is there anymore than this?

this is not my dream
who could ever dream of this
2 years still working here
broke tired, and on my own
this is all i’ve known
and there must be more than this

what did i think of the world when i was younger?
what did i think i would do when i moved away?
what do i think of this world now that i’m older?
whatever i thought wasn’t this, 
struggling with small steps and bad sex and pay checks and

one more table to serve
one hour and I’m home again
one walk under the stars
one dream that I can’t dismiss 
but i don’t know how
i can find it now
but there must be more than this

fred lukas