Coffee cold in a plastic cup
Sun is slow just to wake on up
Leather seat where the vinyl tears
I have driven these same old years
Gold chain ghost on a vinyl seat
Counting seconds on a lonely street
Heavy metal in a quiet place
Frozen time on a stranger's face
Chrome is dull on the diner door
Worn out tiles on a greasy floor
Someone left it by the sugar bowl
A little piece of a missing soul
Gold chain ghost on a vinyl seat
Counting seconds on a lonely street
Heavy metal in a quiet place
Frozen time on a stranger's face
Wind is biting through my old wool coat
Wet salt air from a distant boat
Three a.m. is a heavy load
Long dark stretch of a midnight road
Copper gears and a broken glass
Watching all of the headlights pass
Wait for someone to claim the prize
Looking out through some tired eyes
Fare is cheap when the night is dead
Heavy thoughts in a driver's head
Keep the meter on a steady low
Wait for someone who is bound to go
Gold chain ghost on a vinyl seat
Counting seconds on a lonely street
Heavy metal in a quiet place
Frozen time on a stranger's face
Brass and silver in a steady beat
Telling stories of a city street
One last look at the empty booth
An old watch tells a bitter truth
Gold chain ghost on a vinyl seat
Counting seconds on a lonely street
Heavy metal in a quiet place
Frozen time on a stranger's face
Just a little bit of gold.
Keep the meter running slow.