Arc Light Prayer

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk / Gritty Revival Genre

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Coffee pot sings steam through cracked diner glass Fryer pops its grease ballet for the graveyard pass Ticket spindle spins a tale of eggs and hash Night shift runs on diesel, sugar, and cheap gas Blue denim welders at the crossroads pump Neon burns their knuckles at the midnight jump Arc light writes a prayer across the rusted trunk Dawn won't catch us sleeping in this metal dump Vinyl booth holds regulars with calloused hands Pie crust crumbles like the desert shifting sands Radio spits static from the border lands Ketchup stains the menu like forgotten brands Blue denim welders at the crossroads pump Neon burns their knuckles at the midnight jump Arc light writes a prayer across the rusted trunk Dawn won't catch us sleeping in this metal dump Order up, two over easy, wheat toast dry Trucker laughs a joke about the years gone by Coffee refill steam rises like a sigh Clock ticks slow beneath the buzzing sky Blue denim welders at the crossroads pump Neon burns their knuckles at the midnight jump Arc light writes a prayer across the rusted trunk Dawn won't catch us sleeping in this metal dump Gas station glow paints ghosts upon the chrome Welder's mask reflects the night shift's second home Sparks cascade like comets through the ozone night Steel remembers every hand that forged the light Flattop's cooling, coffee's running thin Sunrise bleeding through the venetian skin Welder nods, tucks torch back in the bin Another night welded shut from deep within Bell dings final as the morning crew rolls in Apron hung, the graveyard shift begins to grin Blue denim fades but the arc light stays within Prayer answered in the steel and gasoline Blue denim welders at the crossroads pump Neon burns their knuckles at the midnight jump Arc light writes a prayer across the rusted trunk Dawn won't catch us sleeping in this metal dump Blue denim welders at the crossroads pump Neon burns their knuckles at the midnight jump Arc light writes a prayer across the rusted trunk Dawn won't catch us sleeping in this metal dump Flattop cold. Coffee black. Shift done. Arc light prayer. Another one.

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