Tables and Chairs Songtext
von Andrew Bird

If we can call them friends then we can call them on red telephones
And they won′t pretend that they're too busy or they′re not alone
If we can call them friends then we can call
Holler at 'em 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 our friends were there
And drinkin' roses from the can


And how
How I wish I
I had talked to them
And wished they
Fit into the plan

And we were tired of being mild
We′re so tired of being mild
And we were tired

I know we're gonna meet someday
In the crumbled financial institutions of this land
There will be tables and chairs
There will be pony rides and dancing bears
There′ll even be a band

'Cause listen after the fall there'll 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

Woah
There will be snacks, there will
There will be snacks, there will be
There will be snacks


And we were tired of being mild
We were so tired of being mild
And we were so tired
So don′t you
Don't you worry
About the atmosphere