I hold the weight of a tired frame
A rusted bolt and a faded name
He leans his ghost on my silver skin
Where the road ends and the night begins
Humming low in the midnight blue
A heavy song that he always knew
Spinning wheels on a gravel track
Counting miles that he can't take back
Coffee steam hits the window pane
Salty wind and a hint of rain
He wipes the grit from a leather seat
While the asphalt hums beneath his feet
Vinyl booths in a dim yellow glow
The clock ticks fast but the ride is slow
He taps a coin on the Formica top
Waiting for the spinning world to stop
Humming low in the midnight blue
A heavy song that he always knew
Spinning wheels on a gravel track
Counting miles that he can't take back
Oil on the floor like a black oil spill
The diner air is sudden and still
He breathes a prayer in a choir kid tone
A wandering soul who is traveling alone
He clips the light to a metal bar
Looking back at a distant star
One last sip from a ceramic cup
Before the grey morning wakes him up
Humming low in the midnight blue
A heavy song that he always knew
Spinning wheels on a gravel track
Counting miles that he can't take back
Spinning wheels on a gravel track
He is never coming back
(Humming fade out)
