Tables and Chairs - Andrew Bird

If we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones

And they won’t pretend that they’re too busy or that they’re not alone

And if we can call them friends then we can call

Holler at them down these hallowed halls

Just don’t let the human factor fail to be a factor

At all

Don’t, don’t you worry, about the atmosphere

Or any sudden pressure change

Cause I know

That it’s starting to get warm in here;

And things are starting to get strange

And did you, did you see how all of our friends were there

And they’re drinking roses from the can?

And how, how I wish I, I had talked to them

And I wish they fit into the plan

And we were tired of being mild

We were so tired of being mild

And we were tired…

I know we’re going to meet some day

In the crumbled financial institutions of this land

There will be tables and chairs

There’ll be pony rides and dancing bears

There’ll even be a band

Cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries;

No currencies at all

We’re gonna live on our wits

We’re gonna throw away survival kits

Trade butterfly-knives for Adderall

And that’s not all!

Ooh-ooh, there will be snacks there will

There will be snacks, there will be snacks

And we were tired of being mild

We were so tired of being mild

And we were (we were so) tired…

So don’t you

Don’t you worry

About the atmosphere