You see them hanging by the rust
Where all the heavy metal must
Two leather gloves in summer heat
Above the humming city street
Leather on the iron rail
Waiting for a winter gale
Holding on to nothing new
Just a shade of midnight blue
The coffee burns a hole in me
The regulars are all I see
You watch the leather start to sway
While gold and purple fade to gray
Leather on the iron rail
Waiting for a winter gale
Holding on to nothing new
Just a shade of midnight blue
They look like hands that lost their grip
Like some old secret let to slip
They shiver in the evening breeze
While city sirens bring the freeze
Leather on the iron rail
Waiting for a winter gale
Holding on to nothing new
Just a shade of midnight blue
The grease is thick upon the grill
The clock is frozen and it's still
You wonder who they used to hold
Before the summer turned to gold
You wipe the counter with a rag
The spirits in the alley lag
Two empty skins against the wall
Waiting for the night to fall
Leather on the iron rail
Waiting for a winter gale
Holding on to nothing new
Just a shade of midnight blue
Just a shade of blue
Hanging on the rail
Midnight blue.
