Track Insight / Lyrics
They know the counter, know the coffee stain
They catch the oven in a copper glare
They know the drawer where all my spare keys lie
But no door says that I was ever there
I scrape the morning from a silver spoon
The coffee steam curls like a gray balloon
My apron carries every word I keep
The regulars laugh when I spill the cream
These keys don't open doors anymore
They gleam beside my coffee, cold and bright
I turn them slowly like a borrowed score
They cut my palm, then fade from sight
At one fifteen, the syrup ticks the glass
A trucker claims the morning grants him haste
The steam turns every window to a maze
I wipe the counter, count another day
These keys don't open doors anymore
They gleam beside my coffee, cold and bright
I turn them slowly like a borrowed score
They cut my palm, then fade from sight
Last orders stumble through the dining room
The booths go dark beneath the half-lit sign
A birthday plate is left beside the broom
I touch the candle, let the smoke decline
These keys don't open doors anymore
They gleam beside my coffee, cold and bright
I turn them slowly like a borrowed score
They cut my palm, then fade from sight
I count the exits like a midnight rule
The parking gravel holds a thousand key
My coffee's bitter when I pull it cool
A hundred locks; their labels mock me
What if a hinge is waiting in the dark
Beyond the orders, hunger, parking cars
What if my pocket holds a tiny spark
Too stubborn after all these locked-down bars
At closing time the neon counts to two
The kitchen window trembles in the light
I wash the ladle, stack the metal trays
One silver key hangs from a carving fork
These rusty keys might open doors for me
Tomorrow wears a little different light
I hold them like a dare beside the salt
Last night's grease and sugar leave a mark
The silver key can wait beside the salt
The coffee pot goes quiet as it cools
I lock the kitchen, lean against the door
One sliver of light runs along the floor
