Track Insight / Lyrics
Push the cart through the silver sheet
Hold it close, keep clear of the street
Two warm coffees, both losing heat
One bent wheel refuses to retreat
The gray dawn leaks across the lot
My apron smells of eggs and toast
One squeaky wheel outside the glass
A regular folds her last receipt
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Rain taps quick on a tin awning
A red brake light starts blinking
You grab the handle, I grab mine
The whole cart pulls us into line
We push the cart through a silver sheet
Hold it close, keep clear of the street
Two warm coffees, both losing heat
One says stay, but the cart moves straight
Across the lot beside the van
A paper sack slips from its hand
Rain hides the cans where the weeds begin
Two strangers nod when the wheels spin
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The diner window clouds the pane
Our orders leave us standing again
Steam draws a map on the fogged glass
Two wet sleeves overlap as we pass
We push the cart through a silver sheet
Hold it close, keep clear of the street
Two warm coffees, both losing heat
One says stay, but the cart moves straight
The crossing traffic starts to slow
A taxi signal blinks hello
Your old umbrella opens wide
We cross on the breath of a sigh
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The parked cars shimmer in the rain
A corner store sign flickers again
We step in time with the windshield sweep
Two quiet voices keeping step
We push the cart through a silver sheet
Hold it close, keep clear of the street
Two warm coffees, both losing heat
One says stay, but the cart moves straight
We return it under fluorescent white
The night crew waves from the doorway light
A coin rolls out from under the grate
Two warm hands close around it straight
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The diner window clouds the pane
Your laughter leaves us standing again
The bell above us gives one last ring
We let the morning quietly begin
We roll the cart through a golden street
Hold my hand, no need for speed
Two warm hands, no longer strange
Now I can feel the morning change
The cart goes quiet by the lane
Our footprints fade along the drain
The gray turns gold across the pane
Some good things don't need a name
