You wipe the counter steam rises thick
The griddle hums a low bass line
Fog chokes the yard makes the signals blink
You tune the strings on borrowed time
You tune the fog on cold steel wire
The yard swallows each note you strike
But dawn bleeds through the iron choir
On ivory you catch the light
Your hammer taps the pin block tight
You coax the pitch through foggy night
Rail cars shudder steel on steel
You chase the tone you make it real
You tune the fog on cold steel wire
The yard swallows each note you strike
But dawn bleeds through the iron choir
On ivory you catch the light
Short order two eggs over light
You pass the plate don't ask for thanks
The tuner nods his hands are white
From chalk and frost on ivory ranks
You tune the fog on cold steel wire
The yard swallows each note you strike
But dawn bleeds through the iron choir
On ivory you catch the light
The Juno pads swell wide and warm
While Linn
Drum snaps a gated crack
You bend the note you ride the storm
No turning voice no turning back
No diner coffee no short joke today
Just wire scream and hammer fall
The fog burns off the rails turn gray
You strike the chord that holds it all
The regulars pay they slide off stools
You pack your kit the yard wakes loud
But one pure note still breaks the rules
It hangs above the switching cloud
You tune the fog on cold steel wire
The yard swallows each note you strike
But dawn bleeds through the iron choir
On ivory you catch the light
Last note hangs clean and bright
You tune the fog you own the night
