I'm the grill that nobody scrapes
Rusty hinge on the diner door
Since the coaster park closed down in fall
I don't get the crowd no more
She still wipes me with a rag each dawn
Pours a cup for the empty air
Calls me "old girl" when the wind blows through
Says "we're still standing here"
I'm a blue plate special with no one to serve
A booth that's been waiting too long
She polishes me like I'm something deserved
I'm the counter where nobody belongs
The Ferris wheel quit turning round
The bumper cars all went still
But she keeps my burners warm somehow
Like she's got a ghost to fill
I'm a blue plate special with no one to serve
A booth that's been waiting too long
She polishes me like I'm something deserved
I'm the counter where nobody belongs
Autumn leaves on the parking lot
She hums a song I forgot
Cracks her knuckles, checks the clock
Locks the door, but she don't walk
I've got grease in every seam
She's got gray coming through her braid
We're two old things that the town forgot
But we ain't been afraid
So what if the neon's dead and gone
So what if the fryer's cold
She still calls me her morning song
We're not done, we're just old
I'm a blue plate special with no one to serve
A booth that's been waiting too long
She polishes me like I'm something deserved
I'm the counter where nobody belongs
Coffee's cold in the carafe
But she's still here, so I'm still here
