Coffee black and the grill is hot
I stay right here in my same old spot
You carry trays through the morning haze
Lost in a humid Southern daze
The clock on the wall is running slow
I watch the heavy river flow
Tangled in the porch of a wooden swing
Waiting for the summer bells to ring
Gold light dipping low on the bayou mud
Feel the rhythm beating in my blood
I wipe the counter and flip the meat
You walk in shaking off the heat
Your apron stained with a cherry pie
A little spark in your tired eye
The clock on the wall is running slow
I watch the heavy river flow
Tangled in the porch of a wooden swing
Waiting for the summer bells to ring
Gold light dipping low on the bayou mud
Feel the rhythm beating in my blood
You tell me stories of the cypress knee
About the way that you want to be free
I give you a joke and a side of fries
I see the distance inside your eyes
Copper water and a velvet sky
Watch the white egrets as they fly high
No more orders and no more rush
Just the evening in a sudden hush
Tangled in the porch of a wooden swing
Waiting for the summer bells to ring
Gold light dipping low on the bayou mud
Feel the rhythm beating in my blood
The diner closes and the lights go dim
The waterline is reaching to the rim
I leave the keys by the greasy door
I don't want to fight this same old war
Tangled in the porch of a wooden swing
Waiting for the summer bells to ring
Gold light dipping low on the bayou mud
Feel the rhythm beating in my blood
Just you and me on the wooden swing.
Let the summer bells ring.
(Fade out with muted trumpet)
