On the Table

Thinking last night how much AC Newman's "On the Table" reminds me of my friend Sean Finney. Until I Googled the lyrics, I'd heard the "Do re mi, innocent" as "don't rate me innocent"; imagine that switch and you've got exactly the aura of Sean's company.

Feeling homesick, clearly.

"On the table, the deal that kept the courts at arms length,
Stealing our thoughts with the force of their non-sequiturs - amateurs.
On the table, the view behind the legs of dancers,
Windows of chance there, lost on the trail of dissent - innocent.
Do re mi, innocent.

On the table, the deal between the thieves and exits,
Common and breathless, shrugging at what they've become - number one.
On the table, the steal that kept the courts at arms length,
Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence - innocent.
Do re mi, innocent.

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table, our hopes become a starting pistol,
Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what we've won.
Are we done?
On the table, the deal between the legs of mankind,
Walking a straight line, copping a plea as they went - innocent.
Do re mi, innocent.

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table"