I flip the burgers on the grill
The coffee pot is standing still
A man walks in with rusted mail
His iron skin is ghostly pale
Lay that broadsword on the floor
Leave the battle at the door
Watch the lightning hit the pine
Wait until the stars align
He smells like copper and the road
A heavy spirit, heavy load
He takes a seat in booth thirteen
The cleanest spot I've ever seen
Lay that broadsword on the floor
Leave the battle at the door
Watch the lightning hit the pine
Wait until the stars align
He leans his blade against the wood
A jagged edge that did some good
The porch is shaking in the gale
The coffee cup is tasting stale
Thunder rolls across the black
No more turning, no way back
Burn the map and drop the shield
Let the weary soldier yield
Lay that broadsword on the floor
Leave the battle at the door
Watch the lightning hit the pine
Wait until the stars align
I give him pie and extra cream
A quiet break, a waking scheme
He looks at me with tired eyes
Underneath the charcoal skies
Lay that broadsword on the floor
Leave the battle at the door
Watch the lightning hit the pine
Wait until the stars align
Heavy steel, cold rain.
Let the thunder take the pain.
