Title: Sad Cafe

Artist: The Eagles

I’ve always like the introspective mood of Sad Cafe, which is a subtle, haunting description of the little-visited place where good ideas are expressed, reminisced about by those that may have either succeeded or given up on those ideas.

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Out in the shiny night, the rain was softly falling

The tracks that ran down the boulevard

Had all been washed away

Out of the silver light, the past came softly calling

And I remember the times we spent

Inside the sad cafe

Oh, it seemed like a holy place,

Protected by amazing grace

And we would sing right out loud,

The things we could not say

We thought we could change this world

With words like “love” and “freedom”

We were part of the lonely crowd

Inside the sad cafe

Oh, expecting to fly,

We would meet on that beautiful shore in the

Sweet by and by

Some of their dreams came true,

Some just passed away

And some of the stayed behind

Inside the sad cafe.

The clouds rolled in and hid that shore

Now that glory train, it don’t stop here no more

Now I look at the years gone by,

And wonder at the powers that be.

I don’t know why fortune smiles on some

And lets the rest go free

Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall

But things in this life change very slowly,

If they ever change at all

There’s no use in asking why,

It just turned out that way

So meet me at midnight baby

Inside the sad cafe.

Why don’t you meet me at midnight baby,

Inside the sad cafe.

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