Coffee burns in a plastic pot
The grill is humming and the grease is hot
I flip the burgers for the lonely crowd
The humming freezer is a little loud
The clock is ticking on the yellow wall
I watch the raindrops start to slowly fall
There is a telescope behind the seat
Watching the stars from a dead-end street
Polished brass turning into rusty brown
The quietest treasure in this sleepy town
Old man Miller takes his eggs on rye
He doesn't look me in my tired eye
He knows the menu and he knows the cost
He looks like someone who has long been lost
The clock is ticking on the yellow wall
I watch the raindrops start to slowly fall
There is a telescope behind the seat
Watching the stars from a dead-end street
Polished brass turning into rusty brown
The quietest treasure in this sleepy town
A piece of velvet hides the heavy lens
Where the long highway finally bends and ends
It smells of copper and a salty breeze
While I am scrubbing all the table knees
There is a telescope behind the seat
Watching the stars from a dead-end street
Polished brass turning into rusty brown
The quietest treasure in this sleepy town
You sat there staring at the midnight sky
A little shimmer in your hazel eye
You touched the metal with a gentle hand
The only stranger in this desert land
There is a telescope behind the seat
Watching the stars from a dead-end street
Polished brass turning into rusty brown
The quietest treasure in this sleepy town
Brass and grease, midnight peace
Just a little bit of peace
