Coffee black and grill on high
Baking under purple sky
Salty air and grease on skin
Wait for morning light to win
Faded paper on the wall
Waiting for the evening call
Sydney harbor turning gold
Story that was never told
Regulars all take their seat
Cold wind blowing down the street
Flip the burger, pour the brew
Looking for a kind of view
Faded paper on the wall
Waiting for the evening call
Sydney harbor turning gold
Story that was never told
Postcard stuck in rusted wire
Burning like a low red fire
Ink is blurring in the spray
Watching all the ships drift away
Faded paper on the wall
Waiting for the evening call
Sydney harbor turning gold
Story that was never told
Clock is ticking on the wall
Summer rain begins to fall
Short jokes told to empty cups
Till the early sun wakes up
Running out of time to stay
Wash the midnight grease away
Racing till the blue turns white
Holding on to one last light
Wipe the counter, lock the door
I can't take it anymore
Postcard flapping in the breeze
Swaying like the harbor trees
Faded paper on the wall
Waiting for the evening call
Sydney harbor turning gold
Story that was never told
Just a card upon the wall.
Watch the harbor gold.
