At the cafe down on the corner With a lost look on his face There ain't no fields to plow No reason to know He's just a little out of place Well, they say crime don't pay But neither does farmin' these days And the coffee is cold And he's fifty years old And he's got to learn to live some other way At the cafe down on the corner With a lost look on his face There ain't no fields to plow He's bussin' tables now He's just a little out of place And the meek shall inherit the earth And the bank shall repossess it This job don't pay half what it's worth But it's a thankful man that gets it At the cafe down on the corner With a lost look on his face There ain't no fields to plow He's wishin' for one now He's just a little out of place All these soldiers without wars And hometown boys without a home Farmers without fields Dealers without deals And they sit here drinking coffee all alone At the cafe down on the corner With a lost look on their face There ain't no fields to plow They still remember how They're just a little out of place