Sizzle on the flat top grill.
The desert wind is never still.
I flip the eggs and pour the brew.
Waiting for the morning dew.
Golden sand is swirling round.
Heavy wheels on shaking ground.
Border lines and diesel smoke.
Life is just a diner joke.
Regulars come in for a seat.
Tired eyes and dusty feet.
They want a slice of cherry pie.
Underneath a copper sky.
Golden sand is swirling round.
Heavy wheels on shaking ground.
Border lines and diesel smoke.
Life is just a diner joke.
The supply trucks line the road.
Carrying a heavy load.
The headlights cut the yellow haze.
Lost inside a desert maze.
Golden sand is swirling round.
Heavy wheels on shaking ground.
Border lines and diesel smoke.
Life is just a diner joke.
I scrub the counter with a rag.
Watch the nylon banner flag.
The salt is white, the pepper grey.
Starting up another day.
One more cup to keep me wake.
One more order, one more steak.
Cello humming in my head.
Before I go back to my bed.
The driver smiles and pays the bill.
The wind is howling, loud and shrill.
He tips a dime and hits the door.
I mop the grease upon the floor.
Golden sand is swirling round.
Heavy wheels on shaking ground.
Border lines and diesel smoke.
Life is just a diner joke.
Just a diner joke.
Keep the coffee hot.
Hit the spot.
