Bus wheels hum on cracked asphalt ribbon
Coffee steam rises through dawn air thin
Shutter clicks catch the waitress in gold
Mesa light paints her face brave and bold
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
Sun climbs the canyon walls back up
My finger waits on the silver button
Light spills like honey warm and sudden
Mesa light holds her steady now
Desert sings without a sound
Camera catches what words miss
Grace served up on a porcelain dish
Order pad worn soft at the edge
I've watched the sun cross that red rock ledge
Truckers and drifters leave quarters and dimes
I stay rooted through changing times
She pours the dark in chipped white cups
Sun climbs the canyon walls back up
My finger waits on the silver button
Light spills like honey warm and sudden
Mesa light holds her steady now
Desert sings without a sound
Camera catches what words miss
Grace served up on a porcelain dish
Film roll ends but the moment stays
Pink cliffs glow through the window haze
Two voices rise in the morning hush
Dust settles soft on a coffee brush
No ticket home in my jeans pocket
No resignation in her locket
Just this frame where the light decides
To stay awhile on the canyon sides
Mesa light holds her steady now
Desert sings without a sound
Camera catches what words miss
Grace served up on a porcelain dish
Keys jingle sharp on the counter top
Bus engine coughs it's time to stop
She slides a pie slice no charge today
Mesa light guides my feet away
Mesa light holds her steady now
Desert sings without a sound
Camera catches what words miss
Grace served up on a porcelain dish
Mesa light holds us steady now
Desert sings without a sound
Shutter clicks one last time
Light stays on the mesa line
