Cracked knuckles face the orange glow
Wind cuts through the shrine's low door
Stitches pull where the embers go
Ash settles in the leather's lore
We held the pan the burner's kiss
Now we guard a fire like this
No ticket called no order yelled
Just leather watching embers swell
Fingertips remember bacon pop
Salt and smoke on a short-order top
Here the flame don't need a grill
Just bone-dry wood and standing still
The firekeeper's chair stays empty now
No voice to guide no solemn vow
We've seen the regulars come and go
Hollows slipping in the afterglow
We held the pan the burner's kiss
Now we guard a fire like this
No ticket called no order yelled
Just leather watching embers swell
Dawn cracks slow over ruined stone
Light hits threads where the seams have shown
Heat fades fast when the day breaks clean
We'll stiffen up but we held the scene
Morning rush don't wait for ash
Coals go cold in a silent flash
But tonight we kept the dark at bay
Two worn gloves with the final say
We held the pan the burner's kiss
Now we guard a fire like this
No ticket called no order yelled
Just leather watching embers swell
Grease and ash hold the heat
Dawn takes the rest we keep
