Track Insight / Lyrics
The coffee pot is humming low
The midnight grease begins to glow
He trades the spatula for gear
The water is the only mirror here
He drops below the salty white
Where silver scales ignite the light
A heavy tank upon his back
He follows every coral track
Dive deep down in the blue hole bay
Catch a feast for the coming day
Sizzle the butter, salt the pan
Feeding the town as fast as he can
A giant fish with golden eyes
The kind of catch that wins a prize
He fights the current, holds the line
Until the evening stars align
Dive deep down in the blue hole bay
Catch a feast for the coming day
Sizzle the butter, salt the pan
Feeding the town as fast as he can
The oxygen is running thin
The pressure pushes on his skin
But the dinner rush is starting soon
Underneath a yellow moon
He scrubs the grill and wipes the seat
While regulars get something to eat
The sushi rolls are sliced so thin
Let the happy hour begin
From the abyss to the frying pan
He is a tired working man
One more order, one more plate
Before the morning opens the gate
Dive deep down in the blue hole bay
Catch a feast for the coming day
Sizzle the butter, salt the pan
Feeding the town as fast as he can
Just one more plate.
The Blue Hole Buffet.
