Chrome bumper kisses curb where the tide rolls in
Salt eats the paint right down to the tin
Sign flickers pink above the greasy spoon
Buzzing like a beetle underneath the moon
It’s a Neon Harbor in the concrete night
Truckers fold their maps and kill the light
Coffee burns the throat but warms the bone
You drive till dawn then you drive back home
Rain hammers roof of the all-night grill
Wipers slap a rhythm standing still
Driver counts the change in a calloused hand
Best damn view of the promised land
Overpass groans with the eighteen-wheel weight
Shakes the sugar loose on a paper plate
Sign reads EAT then EAT then OPEN slow
Only steady pulse that the drivers know
It’s a Neon Harbor in the concrete night
Truckers fold their maps and kill the light
Coffee burns the throat but warms the bone
You drive till dawn then you drive back home
Fog eats the headlights swallows the line
Clock on the dash says it’s half past nine
But the sign don't care bout the time or the toll
It just burns for the lost and the burning soul
Keys hit the ignition engine turns over
Pulling away from the wet asphalt shoulder
Rearview swallows the pink and the blue
One more fare and a night nearly through
It’s a Neon Harbor in the concrete night
Truckers fold their maps and kill the light
Coffee burns the throat but warms the bone
You drive till dawn then you drive back home
Neon Harbor burning for you
Just burning for you
