King Missile - At Dave's lyrics

There were other ways of knowing He stepped into a yellow morning which seemed to him to be Well, not gray but kind of a grayish maroon He couldn't figure out why He hadn't eaten mushrooms in at least a week He stumble-crawled towards Dave's Luncheonette Climbed into a booth He insisted on looking at the menu For six minutes and thirty seven seconds every day Even though he always ordered Bacon and eggs, toast and coffee This morning, he also ordered water But he didn't drink any of it It was Thursday, April 20, 1967 He was waiting for something to happen As he was eating, some of the water evaporated Some people were born, some were married A star imploded, a friend of his was throwing up Two others were having s** As he finished his last forkful of eggs A fly sitting directly opposite from him, died He left Dave's, headed north Nothing much happened the rest of the day Had he known it was Hitler's birthday He would not have celebrated