Track Insight / Lyrics
Headlights cuttin' through the gloom
Coffee steam, a city's tomb
Leather seat, a broken clock
Another ride, another stock
Brass key gleamin', in my hand
No door to match, no promised land
Just a booth, with sticky spills
And hollow hopes, on lonely hills
Grits and rye, a waitress smile
Empty words, for a lonely while
Truckers talk, of miles they've flown
Wishin' hard, for a place to call home
Cigarette smoke, curls and fades
Late night blues, in smoky shades
The vinyl spins, a mournful tune
Singin' sorrow, beneath a pale moon
Brass key gleamin', in my hand
No door to match, no promised land
Just a booth, with sticky spills
And hollow hopes, on lonely hills
Some nights, the rain falls cold and slow
Some nights, the neon lights don't glow
But in this booth, a moment shared
A weary soul, no burdens bared
Sunrise peekin', through the glass
Another shift, another pass
The brass key tarnished, in my palm
Searchin' still, for a haven from harm
Brass key gleamin', in my hand
No door to match, no promised land
Just a booth, with sticky spills
And hollow hopes, on lonely hills
Yeah, hollow hopes, on lonely hills
But maybe, just maybe, tomorrow it will
