Black coffee in a heavy cup
The sun ain't even waking up
I wipe the counter, clear the tray
Another long and lonely day
The bell rings on the heavy door
A pair of boots across the floor
The air smells like a summer rain
A sudden flash of old blue pain
Searching through a vinyl seat
Where the road and memory meet
Looking for a petal lost
Counting up the winter cost
You bring the scent of potting soil
My coffee starts to bubble boil
You slide into the corner booth
Looking for a hidden truth
The bell rings on the heavy door
A pair of boots across the floor
The air smells like a summer rain
A sudden flash of old blue pain
Searching through a vinyl seat
Where the road and memory meet
Looking for a petal lost
Counting up the winter cost
You dig beneath the plastic lace
A tired look upon your face
A scrap of paper, faded gold
A story that was never told
Searching through a vinyl seat
Where the road and memory meet
Looking for a petal lost
Counting up the winter cost
I pour a refill, keep it hot
This diner is the only spot
Where ghosts of roses come to bloom
Inside a grease and sugar room
Searching through a vinyl seat
Where the road and memory meet
Looking for a petal lost
Counting up the winter cost
You leave a tip and walk away
Into the early shade of grey
The booth is empty, cold and wide
With nowhere left for us to hide
Searching through a vinyl seat
Where the road and memory meet
Looking for a petal lost
Counting up the winter cost
Just a petal in the glass
Watching all the midnight pass.
