Mister Choi & Madame G

[MAN THREE]
Across my street
I am looking at a store
I don't go to anymore
But, I used to very often
Now it's sitting like a coffin
Slightly used
I'm remembering the whole thing
Unamused

This place was just a fruit stand, I think
Was run, I think
By Eastern Europeans
Who in a year were
Bought out by Koreans
And their family from Seoul
Who fed me at their family sink
We ate kimchi
And followed their traditions
I told them about my craziest ambitions
And they handed me a bowl
Filled with luck and self-control

Looking in the window
Of this empty house space
I see their reflections in my face:

I see Mister Choi and Madame G
Squawking at their family
Who stand there with these irritated grins
The children always practicing their violins
Open twenty four hours, from dawn till dawn
And one day they were gone

What happened to these wonderful friends?
In twenty years
I never got a letter
I hope their lives got infinitely better
And I wanted to explain
How their friendship kept me sane

[ALL]
Looking in
The window of this empty house space
Empty house space
I see their
I see their
Reflections in my face:

[MAN THREE]
I see Mister Choi and Madame G
Treating me like family
Treating me like family
They cooked
I fed their children and their cat

I wasn't staff
But made them laugh
And that was that
Open twenty four hours, from dawn till dawn

[ALL]
And one day they were gone

Open twenty four hours, from dawn till dawn
And one day they were gone
And one day they were gone
And one day they were gone
And one day they were gone