Grey light hits the empty street
Cold wind blows a bitter beat
Coffee steam is rising high
Underneath a Roman sky
Humming deep in the cobblestone
Leather gloves waiting all alone
Singing songs that the pavement knows
Where the early morning coffee flows
Black skin worn and stitched in gold
Stories that the creases hold
Sinking down in the heavy grit
Where the city lanterns quit
Humming deep in the cobblestone
Leather gloves waiting all alone
Singing songs that the pavement knows
Where the early morning coffee flows
Tapping rhythms on the clay
Waiting for the break of day
Metal chairs begin to slide
While the sleepy pigeons hide
Humming deep in the cobblestone
Leather gloves waiting all alone
Singing songs that the pavement knows
Where the early morning coffee flows
Scent of grease and burnt roast bean
Cleanest street I've ever seen
Hidden deep in a narrow crack
Waiting for a hand to come back
Finger tips of heavy hide
Tucked away where secrets glide
Syllables of a distant hum
Beating like a steady drum
White aprons and silver trays
Cutting through the morning haze
Old men walk with heavy cane
Washing off the midnight rain
Humming deep in the cobblestone
Leather gloves waiting all alone
Singing songs that the pavement knows
Where the early morning coffee flows
Leather on the stone
Leather on the stone
Waiting all alone
