The rain beats hard against the window pane A wet umbrella drips a puddle by the door Someone scoots down on the faded wooden bench To make space where there wasn't space before Boots scrape the mat, shaking off the street Just a handful of locals resting their feet This is the room we share Out of the weather, out of the glare Passing the salt, sliding down a plate Nobody cares if you're running late We're just keeping the draft out the best we can A roof and a floor and a decent plan In the room we share Old man Miller complains about the bus While a kid does homework underneath the buzzing light We don't need to be blood to make a little fuss When somebody's cough is sounding a bit tight It's just passing the time, watching the clock hand sweep With the kind of company that comes cheap This is the room we share Out of the weather, out of the glare Passing the salt, sliding down a plate Nobody cares if you're running late We're just keeping the draft out the best we can A roof and a floor and a decent plan In the room we share There's no grand purpose written on the wall No choir singing when the evening starts to fall It’s just folding chairs and a worn-out rug A poured glass of water from a plastic jug But it holds the weight of a Tuesday afternoon And it's better than sitting in an empty room Yeah, this is the room we share Out of the weather, out of the glare Passing the salt, sliding down a plate Nobody cares if you're running late We're just keeping the draft out the best we can A roof and a floor and a decent plan In the room we share Leave the wet umbrella by the door. There's a spot right over here. Grab a seat. In the room we share.
