The coffee is black and the grill is hot
I'm stirring the grease in a heavy pot
You're climbing the wire in the purple haze
Walking the line through the twilight glaze
Golden spark on a gravel road
Light the way and lift the load
High above where the cold wind blows
Watch the white line start to glow
The regulars sit in the vinyl booth
They trade their lies for a bitter truth
You're swinging your lamp like a heavy bell
Casting a glare on this dusty shell
Golden spark on a gravel road
Light the way and lift the load
High above where the cold wind blows
Watch the white line start to glow
My apron is stained with a salty brine
Your boots are out dancing a narrow line
The gravel is gray and the air is thin
Wait for the spark for the night to begin
One slip of the foot and the world goes black
There is no map and there is no track
Just a copper wire and a steady hand
Holding the light for this broken land
I flip the sign to the midnight shift
Watching the gray of the winter drift
You plant your weight on the iron beam
Cutting the dark like a jagged seam
Golden spark on a gravel road
Light the way and lift the load
High above where the cold wind blows
Watch the white line start to glow
The diner is closed and the burners die
A single dot in a velvet sky
You lower the flame to the frozen ground
The only light that can now be found
Golden spark on a gravel road
Light the way and lift the load
High above where the cold wind blows
Watch the white line start to glow
Keep the light on.
Watch the white line glow.
