A Quiet Place to Sit (a humorously frustrating journey by Eddie Biggins)

A Quiet Place to Sit music and lyric by Eddie Biggins In the office a radio plays A few feet away from me. I prefer to work in silence But I'm in the minority. So all the day long I'm forced into hearing Continuous soft rock Until I'm ready to punch something more Than just the clock. Everybody tells me they can tune it out They say it isn't so hard to do, But what's the point of having music That nobody's listening to? Oh, what I wouldn't give to find A quiet place to sit, A place where I could write or read Or think a little bit, A spot where I could kick back Away from the constant background soundtrack. What I wouldn't give to find A quiet place to sit. I go out at my mid-morning break For my second cup of joe. Honking cars and shouting voices follow No matter where I go. With all of that noise around Central Square I can't hear myself think, So I duck into a cafe For something hot to drink. But in every coffee joint I hear the music play, Jazz or c