Track Insight / Lyrics
The coffee pot is humming low
The midnight crowd has got to go
You left a pair of leather skins
Where the gravel driveway begins.
Left in the gravel, cold and grey
Just like the words you didn't say
Two brown gloves resting in the grit
A little joke, a perfect fit.
I flip the grill and wipe the slate
The regulars are running late
You dropped them by the rusted gate
Now I am sitting here to wait.
Left in the gravel, cold and grey
Just like the words you didn't say
Two brown gloves resting in the grit
A little joke, a perfect fit.
They look like hands without a soul
A broken part, a missing whole
The twilight turns the sky to ink
I pour another heavy drink.
Left in the gravel, cold and grey
Just like the words you didn't say
Two brown gloves resting in the grit
A little joke, a perfect fit.
You always had a funny way
Of leaving things for me to weigh
A missing piece, a sudden bend
A little hint it was the end.
I'll put them on the counter top
Until the morning sirens stop
Just leather shells and empty air
A kind of ghost, a quiet pair.
Left in the gravel, cold and grey
Just like the words you didn't say
Two brown gloves resting in the grit
A little joke, a perfect fit.
Keep the coffee hot.
Just a little joke.
Left in the gravel.
