Lyrics:

They make you breakfast here and turn your eyes from the world
By the comfort of their old fashioned ways and the patience of slow careful pace
The clock is stopped and no one cares

All the puzzles and the tea, books of poetry on the shelf
And there's a postcard from 1922
The hostess greets you, she brings you to your room
In an old familiar way

And what seems important, it just falls off your shoulder and takes you over to the chair by the fire

Edgar Allan Poe, pie a la mode, the day is older now
She is sleeping softly in the light
The tiny words are growing heavy on my eyes
And tomorrow's just another day

And what seems important, it just falls off your shoulder and takes you over to the bed by her side

And what seems important, it just falls off your shoulder and takes you over to the old wooden porch

Then take a walk by the trinket shops and feel my feet rising up then drop
Like a summer rain back to the river, a state of mind like a floating feather
Then get my fill at the cider mill and come back in to the old hotel, like a summer rain back to the river, a state of mind like a floating feather
It's alright

They make your breakfast here

Oooooooooh soooo nice after Ray LaMontagne ...

 Never get enough of the pie, had some 2 weeks ago and im from Fl  lol worth the trip lol
   toomanyollys wrote: 

I feel like I'm listening to a 45 at 33 1/3.   I don't remember who it was, but someone took a set of Dolly Parton tracks and sped them up and they sounded great - the same treatment could be a remedy here.  But maybe I'm just not in a downer mood.

Dammit, never did get around to having a slice of pie while driving through...

The epitomy of 'COOL'' so layed back and relaxing, first listen to this Band and I am well cooled out.

 ScottFromWyoming wrote: 
The best songs usually have a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it.  This is a big reason why I take what the critics say with a grain of salt.   I like to read the critics (esp year-end lists) every once in a while because they really are up to speed on what's what, to some degree.  They have their finger on the pulse, so to speak.  Like, What's the buzz?  They miss most of what's great though, because for one big reason they often have no taste in music whatsoever, and the second is because good music takes MANY listens before it sinks in.  Most critics are paid by the word and are compromised already, they have no objectivity, and certainly no courage.  Still, this is not a diatribe against Criticism, which as an institution is vital to music.  My favorite critic is this station's programmer.  Call it "applied criticism", if you want.

Like Andy B, this is new to me also. A band that I shall investigate.

New to me,...and I love it.  It's an 8 right off the bat.

Heartbreaking, breathtaking lyrics.

One of those songs that isn't doing much for me first time thru. Which means it has a better chance of becoming a favorite...

New Donnis Trio!?!? YESSSS!!!