Cold Coffee Cheap Wine

I know an old man who hangs around most of the time
Walkin’ on the beach
Says that he lost touch so long ago that it’s too late
To get back into reach
So he bides his time drinkin’ free cold coffee and at night
He drinks cheap wine

You can find him sometimes in a little café at the end
The end of Marine
Says it’s a real nice place ‘cause a cup costs him nothing and usually
The counters are clean
So he watches the trains through his navy-rum dream
He says it’s a shame
Like a picture with no frame

It’s like a picture
Yeah
Like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame

He told me once that if you live too long
You soon become too old
Then you know that those lines of life in the mirror say to you
Your story’s been told
So you get caught by time and it drags you behind
And it leaves you
Drinking cold coffee and cheap wine

There’s a young man who hangs around most of the time
Walking on the beach
Walking on the beach
Thinks that he lost touch so long ago that it’s too late
To get back into reach
And he can’t understand that the world is his plan
It’s drawn in the sand
Yeah, it is

It’s like a picture
Yeah
Like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame

It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame