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Verse 1
Booth nine, every Friday, quarter after six
He orders for the both of them, she changes it
Forty years of coffee in the same two cups
And the same two jokes about the pie
I've watched you from the window in the kitchen door
Since I was nineteen and burning everything
Pre-Chorus
You never made a show of it, you just kept turning up
Which is, I think, the whole entire trick
Chorus
Happy anniversary from the other side of the counter
The booth is yours, the booth was always yours
Somebody has to prove the thing is possible
And Friday after Friday, you two do
Verse 2
She still puts her hand flat on his arm when he is talking
He still slows down so she can finish first
You split one slice because you're watching what you eat
Then order a second one to share
And when she was in the hospital that winter
He came in alone and sat there anyway
Chorus
Happy anniversary from the other side of the counter
The booth is yours, the booth was always yours
Somebody has to prove the thing is possible
And Friday after Friday, you two do
Bridge
There is no big story here, and that's the point
Nobody ever made a film about a Friday
But every kid who's ever bussed that table
Has looked at you and thought, alright then, maybe
Outro
Happy anniversary
Booth nine is warming up
Same time, same pie
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