I hang high above the street.
Counting every pair of feet.
Cold wind blows the corner grit.
Wait for midnight lamps to hit.
Coffee pots begin to steam.
Rhodes piano starts to gleam.
Silver spoons and heavy plates.
Morning comes for those who wait.
I am the buzz in the red glass glow.
Watching the midnight traffic flow.
One more cup and one more slice.
Paying the late night city price.
Old Joe sits in booth number four.
Watching rain leak through the door.
Grease is popping on the grill.
Time is standing almost still.
Coffee pots begin to steam.
Rhodes piano starts to gleam.
Silver spoons and heavy plates.
Morning comes for those who wait.
I am the buzz in the red glass glow.
Watching the midnight traffic flow.
One more cup and one more slice.
Paying the late night city price.
Truckers stop for black tea heat.
Walking tired on the concrete beat.
I blink fast to keep them near.
Keeping every stranger clear.
The kettle screams a lonely high.
Underneath a charcoal sky.
Flip the burger, wipe the chrome.
Nobody is heading home.
I am the buzz in the red glass glow.
Watching the midnight traffic flow.
One more cup and one more slice.
Paying the late night city price.
Sun is creeping o'er the hill.
The diner air is damp and chill.
I flicker once then fade to grey.
Welcoming the coming day.
I am the buzz in the red glass glow.
Watching the midnight traffic flow.
One more cup and one more slice.
Paying the late night city price.
Red glass glow. Let it go.
Just a hum in the air.
I'll be there.
