Fryer hums a low midnight tune
Coffee black as a pitch balloon
Neon flickers on the adobe wall
Copper vane stands watch for all
Copper vane spins slow and low
Desert wind won't let it go
Santa Fe sky begins to glow
Copper vane you're all I know
Truckers laugh at three AM now
Pie slices warm the hungry brow
Wind kicks dust across the parking lot
Vane turns steady knows the spot
Copper vane spins slow and low
Desert wind won't let it go
Santa Fe sky begins to glow
Copper vane you're all I know
Grease stains map the lines I know
Orders called out soft and low
Vane catches moonlight copper bright
Guides me through the graveyard night
Dawn bleeds pink on mesa stone
Night shift ends I walk alone
But vane still spins when I am gone
Copper heart beats on and on
Apron hung on hooks by the door
Keys turn over shift once more
Vane still turns on rusted pin
Watching where the stars begin
Copper vane spins slow and low
Desert wind won't let it go
Santa Fe sky begins to glow
Copper vane you're all I know
Years of eggs and bacon grease
Vane outlasts the time and lease
Santa Fe wind sings through the metal throat
Hope spins stubborn stays afloat
Copper vane spins slow and low
Desert wind won't let it go
Santa Fe sky begins to glow
Copper vane you're all I know
Copper vane spins slow
Desert wind won't let it go