Track Insight / Lyrics
Flip the burger, pour the brew
Same old faces, nothing new
Clock is ticking, grease is hot
I give it everything I got
Leather gloves by the pine tree shade
Where the midnight memories fade
Under poles where the wires hum low
Waiting for the wind to blow
Black coffee in a heavy cup
Watch the morning sun wake up
Scrub the counter, wipe the plate
Every regular is late
I can see them in my head
Where the forest floor is red
Hiding out from all the noise
Like a set of childhood toys
Leather gloves by the pine tree shade
Where the midnight memories fade
Under poles where the wires hum low
Waiting for the wind to blow
I want to leave this diner floor
Walk right out the swinging door
Trade the spatula for the breeze
And lose myself among the trees
Slinging hash till four AM
Dreaming of the woods again
Find the spot where the needles fall
Hear the wild mountain spirit call
Leather gloves by the pine tree shade
Where the midnight memories fade
Under poles where the wires hum low
Waiting for the wind to blow
Just some leather in the pine.
Yeah, I'm doing just fine.
Keep the coffee hot.
