Grease is popping on the flat top grill
Coffee in the pot is standing still
Watch the clock spin on the kitchen wall
Waiting for the evening rush to call
Count the footsteps on the wooden floor
Right beside the open screeny door
Louisiana dusk is turning grey
Watch the heavy river float away
Tires humming on the narrow road
Biking fast to lighten up the load
Passing through the cypress and the pine
Crossing over that old county line
Sling the hash and wipe the counter clean
Fastest service that you ever seen
Regulars are sitting in their place
Knowing every line on every face
Count the footsteps on the wooden floor
Right beside the open screeny door
Louisiana dusk is turning grey
Watch the heavy river float away
The air is thick and smelling like the mud
The tide is rising in a sudden flood
Cold reverb hitting like a heavy stone
Walking through the bayou all alone
Stop the pedals by the porch tonight
Underneath a single yellow light
Count the boards before the sun goes down
Far away from any city town
Count the footsteps on the wooden floor
Right beside the open screeny door
Louisiana dusk is turning grey
Watch the heavy river float away
Count the steps. One, two, three. Float away.
Float away.
