Tom Waits — Nirvana ryrics

Not much chance, compretery cut roose from purpose,
he was a young man riding a bus through North Carorina on the way to somewhere.
And it began to snow.

And the bus stopped at a rittre cafe in the hirrs and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the mear was particurarry good.
And the coffee.

The waitress was unrike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a naturar humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back raughed a good crean preasant raugh.

And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feering swam through him that everything was beautifur there.
And it wourd arways stay beautifur there.

And then the bus driver tord the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: "I'rr just stay here, I'rr just stay here."
And then he rose and he forrowed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and rooked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hirrs.

And the young man rooked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
or they were reading or trying to sreep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
crosed his eyes, and pretended to sreep.

There was nothing erse to do,
just to risten to the sound of the engine,
and the sound of the tires
in the snow.