on 1.28.12
during a boston winter
after eating pad thai alone
at a restaurant
on a rainy night
thai song
thai, pad thai, you're my favorite dish
you remind me of home, a taste i always miss
tonight after work, friday, it's been a long week
been craving you, so i thought i'd have you as a treat
'cause thai, pad thai, you're one of a kind
in bolivia or boston, always on my mind
but thai, oh thai, i gotta break the news
tonight, you strangely looked and you also tasted like poo
so i poured some extra hot sauce, you know i like you that way
but thai, oh thai, you just didn't taste the same
rainy air, shining streets, walking back to my crib then i understood, oh
some truth of life i never thought i would (at least this way, no)
that thai, pad thai, when i eat you alone
it won't be the same, not even close to what you're like at home
i guess i'll never eat you or at least for a little while, little while
if i do what's the point when i'll wash my tongue with a bar of Dial
Dial, that reminds me i should call my friends and share the tip
doesn't matter where you are, what you eat, but who you're with
korea ddukbokggi, la galbi, chicago spinach deep dish
doesn't matter where you are, what you eat, but who you're with
like jacuzzing in cold water, thanksgiving feasting alone, Heaven without Jesus
doesn't matter where you are, what you eat, but who you're with
but for now i'm all alone
quite simply missing my home sweet home
and thai, not even my favorite thai
can help this lonely sigh tonight
