home sweet home

There's something about that place.
The smell of smoke, coffee, hot dogs through the night

Something about a place owned and run by peers -
Makes me feel so at home

I've been travelling the nation looking for its equal
But it takes a certain over-Dutch flavor
For a coffee shop not to be Yuppie
It takes a certain conservative atmosphere
For rebellious youth to want to be there all night
Takes circumstances that could only happen in one place.

Chess playing lunitics
Yellow toy hardhats
Loud highschoolers banging on tables
Zombie movies
Posters of cool bands that even the employees haven't heard of
Smoke, a lot of smoke.
Some laptops, some homework, some Scrabble
Most for here but some to go
Poloroids

Poster board and maker signs, and
Chalk boards, both with typical "we don't care about you" indie over-sarcasm
Bathrooms repainted for a new round of witty vs. stupid
Johnny Cash

Look, here comes a jock and his pretty girl
Every single eye is turned
They won't last ten minutes

There's no place like Grand Rapids, so there's no place like Morningstar