Five AM and the grill is hot
Slinging eggs in a blackened pot
The regulars take the same old seat
Walking slow on a dusty street
You bring the mail and a heavy stare
Static humming in the morning air
I flip the cake while the coffee drips
Salt on the tongue and the cider sips
Heavy weight in a New World town
Where the rusted anchors pull us down
Steel and bone in a slow design
Walking straight on a crooked line
Your boots are worn and your coat is thin
Counting losses where the ghosts begin
The clock is stuck on a broken gear
Everything stays and the exit is near
Heavy weight in a New World town
Where the rusted anchors pull us down
Steel and bone in a slow design
Walking straight on a crooked line
Low tide brings in the scrap and wire
Cold ash left from a midnight fire
Spoons on the counter, a chipped white plate
We just sit here and we learn to wait
I wipe the counter with a grey rag
Watch the wind hit a tattered flag
You tell a joke that I've heard before
While the wind rattles the diner door
The grease is thick and the light is dim
Water filling to the rusted rim
We share a look and we know the game
Every morning it feels the same
Heavy weight in a New World town
Where the rusted anchors pull us down
Steel and bone in a slow design
Walking straight on a crooked line
Keep the coffee black.
I'll be right here.
Just another day.
Right here.
