Track Insight / Lyrics
Map corners curl like bacon grease
Ink faded blue on yellowed crease
Rail yard fog swallows track numbers whole
Cook flips eggs with a spatula soul
Map of Eighty-Two breathes in the night
Station names glow dim in pale streetlight
No train comes through this hour so late
Just coffee steam and a heavy plate
Regular at counter reads the map
Traces routes with a steady tap
Forty-Second Street don't exist no more
Just hash browns scattered on the floor
Map of Eighty-Two breathes in the night
Station names glow dim in pale streetlight
No train comes through this hour so late
Just coffee steam and a heavy plate
Muted trumpet cries from kitchen radio
Rhodes piano hums soft and low
Map shows a loop that never connects
Waitress winks, collects the checks
Fog lifts slow at five a.m. sharp
Map folds neat, tucked in a heart
Dawn breaks hard on stainless steel
Another shift, another meal
Cook wipes grill with a rag worn thin
Maps the day where the night begins
Eighty-Two still rides the grease-stained page
While the city wakes, he turns the cage
Map of Eighty-Two breathes in the night
Station names glow dim in pale streetlight
No train comes through this hour so late
Just coffee steam and a heavy plate
Last cup poured, the sign flips closed
Map rests quiet, unexposed
Rail yard sleeps beneath the map's old ghost
Cook heads home to dream the most
Map of Eighty-Two breathes in the night
Station names glow dim in pale streetlight
No train comes through this hour so late
Just coffee steam and a heavy plate
Map of Eighty-Two, we carry the weight
Fog rolls back, the map stays put
Another night, another shut
