Cold glaze on a white rimmed cup
The evening wind is picking up
Left on a ledge of grey stone grit
Where the lonely lanterns sit
Hiding from the gravel spray
Watching all the light decay
Sipping on a midnight blue
Waiting for a ghost like you
Hard rain hits the driveway floor
Half a step away from the door
A chipped handle holds the heat
Above the rumble of the street
The driver knows the city bends
Where the long and winding road ends
He sees the mug in the dim glare
A heavy weight in the cool air
Hiding from the gravel spray
Watching all the light decay
Sipping on a midnight blue
Waiting for a ghost like you
Tapping on the dashboard glass
Counting every second pass
The coffee turns to frozen ink
Standing on a jagged brink
A single drop on a ceramic skin
Where the winter chill creeps in
A steady hand on a leather wheel
Turning rust into polished steel
Hiding from the gravel spray
Watching all the light decay
Sipping on a midnight blue
Waiting for a ghost like you
Just a cup in the grey
Just a long way away
(Tight snare hit)
