Fog sits heavy on the switching yard
Paper corners curl at seventeen degrees
Blue line runs where the commuter trains starred
Ink bleeds slow where the crease disagrees
Map don't move but the tracks still breathe
Nineteen eighty-two won't ever leave
Grease stains mark the transfer points
Short order eggs and disjoint joints
Regular at counter stool three knows
Route twelve by heart and by the smell
Folded tight in his coat it goes
Next to cigarettes and a farewell
Map don't move but the tracks still breathe
Nineteen eighty-two won't ever leave
Grease stains mark the transfer points
Short order eggs and disjoint joints
Tram bell clangs through the kitchen door
Rhodes piano hums from the jukebox rear
Muted trumpet plays the midnight war
Between the lines we hold so dear
Fog lifts slow at five seventeen
Map goes back in the vinyl sleeve
Another shift another scene
Another lie we both believe
Eggs flip clean on the seasoned steel
Hash browns crisp where the butter melts
Map dreams quiet where the phantom wheels
Turn on tracks that no one else felt
Map don't move but the tracks still breathe
Nineteen eighty-two won't ever leave
Grease stains mark the transfer points
Short order eggs and disjoint joints
Dawn cracks pale through the wire glass
Coffee pot sings its final song
Map sleeps quiet on the linoleum grass
Waiting for the night shift long
Map don't move but the tracks still breathe
Nineteen eighty-two won't ever leave
Grease stains mark the transfer points
Short order eggs and disjoint joints
Blue line ghost on a short order plate
Racing dawn but we're already late
Fog swallows the last blue line
Cook flips the sign to closed time
