Well Katie's on the corner over past the tracks Thinking about the present and thinking about the past. Thinking about the future, how it always comes around too fast. It's the three o clock coffee The five o clock gin It's taking the bins out and bringing them in. It's not right now And it's hopefully soon And it's way back when. It's the rhythm, the routine, It's the ritual on repeat. It's a real humdinger son of a bitch. Know what I mean? Well Katie's on the corner Every other day Watching all the water in the river run away Watching all the rushes in the reed beds lazily sway. It's the six o clock Simpsons The Ten o clock news It's paying the mortgage And paying your dues. It's not right now And it's way back when And it's hopefully soon. It's the rhythm, the routine, It's the ritual on repeat. It's a real humdinger son of a bitch. Know what I mean?