Homonym - The Bermuda Gazette Lyrics

Was it the coffee or the plain clothes, the paycheck or the beige walls
That brought you here to my door
You've dressed for a wedding, but come to a funeral
I guess you'd like me to give you the tour
It began, you might have read, a god honest spread
What you'd read would be all that you'd get
Till the planes fell to dust, and all eyes fell on us
It was morning at the Bermuda Gazette
The words fell into line, speculation each time
How we'd write it and print it away
And exorcise our ambition with each new edition
And wipe the slate clean every day
But like all things it got too much, bent heavy on our crutch
The readers grew tired of our pet
With every tried angle, our 180 gamble
Paid out by the Bermuda Gazette
First they came for the typewriter, with their new age of wire
The pixels and point clicks, I know
It must sound primitive, but understand that I've lived
Before the world got caught up in a net
So when they fixed our computer to a blinking blue router
It's as if they were calling it a day
On the pages we bled from, while the whole world was moving on
Too far for the Bermuda Gazette
Well there you have it, an old paper man's habit
To make five hundred words out of one
This job is a jigsaw, but one that I've lived for
Since the day the ink began to run
I guess that was everything, just call if you need anything
It's funny, the parts you never expect
You were my footnote, my correction, my obituary section
My own Bermuda Gazette
I say goodnight to the Bermuda Gazette