It's Tuesday morning, ten o' clock, and yet I'm late to eat
Stop by early for a pastry from the bakery
I snatch the bag, I leave the cash, and then I'm on my way
But that day, I'll never forget the counter lady's face
Sullen, weary, like something in her died
Like she doesn't have a reason for a sense of pride
Maybe this is only one of her two different jobs
And in the other one, she's always harassed by the dogs
They always shoutin' at her, they throwin' dollars at her
And sometimes, she's sent home broken, and it leaves her shattered
But it doesn't matter, she got her bills to pay
And though she's feeling battered, no other choice but stay
And the pastries, not enough to pay the rent
But she loves it 'cause the people here treat her with respect
So when she smiles with a "Have a nice day!"
I can't help but smile also as I'm walking away

I grab my doughnut and go
I grab my milk and I go
I grab my heart and I go
I grab my heart and I go

Outside the window, there's a PNC across the street
Imagine the bank while you're sitting in your stadium seats
The cold, impersonal exchange of currency green
Times are tough, businesses stay rough just to compete
But think about how insignificant those dollars seem
When you watch a mother walk up the counter, deposit three
She tells the clerk, "I have a couple kids depend on me,
But how am I supposed to raise them with outrageous fees?"
Yo, I feel for them, you know them kids, they need to eat
And they pleading with her, "Can we eat at the McDonald's please?"
You can hear her heart break every time she doesn't go
She can't afford the meal, but feels she can't afford to tell them no
So she swipes down on the credit card machine
Can't find the time to live if you can't find the space to breathe
Knowing that she'll never sort out all the mess
Hoping that her kids can fix it when she finds herself at death

I grab my doughnut and go
I grab my milk and I go
I grab my heart and I go
I grab my heart and I go

The guy next to me is furiously tapping his screen
I can tell it's a message because I watch him read
I can see the words tear through his eyes
Criticizing and compromising every word that he romanticized
Though I know I'm being nosy, I can catch a name
Can barely make out it's a girl, he's out of his domain
I can only hope she likes him just like he likes her
But she keeps getting all frustrated by his lack of words
And while she's quiet 'cause she's lonely inside
Well, She doesn't realize he has a mountain to climb
And everyone around him might just call it a hill
But that demeans the pain and the frustration he feels
'Cause when he can't even do something as simple as text
It makes him feel as though he's a cut below the rest
And, no I don't say nothing, I get up and leave
Hope that everything works out for the people here at the bakery

I grab my doughnut and go
I grab my milk and I go
I grab my heart and I go
I grab my heart and I go