Word Of Mouth
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
The angel tree has grown so high
And its roots are planted deep
Never climb that willow
'Cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah the trunk is awful steep
Seven miles south of the city
Way on a windy hill
The whistling branches of the angel tree
Are calm at the evening still
Magical ???
As the leaves are ???
And strange things happen to people
Who go on to the windy hill
??? down here
Had gone up to there
And rested underneath her bough
They slept long, what is wrong
They never woke
Cafe On The Corner
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
No reason to now
He's just a little out of place
They say crime do 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 busin' 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're wishin' for one now
They're just a little out of place