[Verse 1] Parking ticket on a Buick with a busted carburetor Meter maid's a poet, leaves me sonnets, I'm a faithful reader Coffee can of quarters, I been counting since December Municipal amnesia, they forget it, I remember Paperwork in triplicate, the clerk is on a smoke break Forty minutes hold music, sounds like a slow quake Every form's a riddle and the riddle wants a notary Bureaucratic acrobatics, every signature's a lottery [Hook] Stamp it, file it, lose it, find it Sign the line and stand behind it Stamp it, file it, lose it, find it City hall, I'm still reminded [Verse 2] Took a number, twenty-seven, they were serving number three Fluorescent hum is harmonizing with the worry under me Gentleman beside me reading tax code like it's scripture Little kid with crayons drawing dinosaurs on every picture Window seven closes when I finally hit the counter Lady says come back on Monday, try and bring a voucher I don't got a voucher, I got patience and a pencil And a stubborn kind of hope that ain't exactly confidential [Hook]
