Coffee pot is humming low
Clock is ticking steady slow
Grease is popping on the grill
World outside is standing still
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the midnight river flows
Catch the light in a steady line
Bringing back that black wax shine
Old man sits in booth number four
Walking in from a heavy door
Rubbing oil on a worn out heel
Turning rust into polished steel
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the midnight river flows
Catch the light in a steady line
Bringing back that black wax shine
Salty hash and a chipped white plate
Working hard while the morning's late
Leather skin and a calloused hand
Hardest man in a lonely land
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the midnight river flows
Catch the light in a steady line
Bringing back that black wax shine
Sinking deep in the vinyl seat
Feeling cold in the summer heat
One more pass with a heavy cloth
Drawing light like a midnight moth
3 AM and the grill is clean
Quiet as a ghost machine
He stands up with a polished shoe
Something old becoming new
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the midnight river flows
Catch the light in a steady line
Bringing back that black wax shine
Black wax shine.
Just a steady line.
Black wax shine.
