Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in the neon glow,
Coffee steams, a late-night show.
Outside the glass, a shadow creeps,
A velvet paw while the diner sleeps.
You watch him settle by the pane,
A bookstore cat in the falling rain.
He owns the hours 'tween dark and dawn,
A silent king on a chipped Formica lawn.
He sees the truckers, weary and worn,
The lovers whispering 'til morn.
He knows their stories, the sweet and the sad,
Reflected briefly in eyes gone bad.
Midnight Tomcat, a smoky grace,
Lost in time, in this lonely place.
Golden eyes watch the world roll by,
A silent question in his sigh.
You stir your coffee, black and deep,
Another secret the diner will keep.
He doesn't judge, doesn't ask why,
Just shares the stillness as hours fly.
He dreams of paper, ink, and thread,
Of dusty volumes and stories read.
A haven of knowledge, warm and bright,
A different world in the fading light.
Midnight Tomcat, a smoky grace,
Lost in time, in this lonely place.
Golden eyes watch the world roll by,
A silent question in his sigh.
The highway hums a lullaby,
A distant train begins to cry.
He stretches slowly, a feline ease,
A quiet comfort in the night breeze.
You finish your coffee, the last drop gone,
A new day's breaking, a fragile dawn.
He blinks slowly, a knowing stare,
A phantom memory lingering there.
Midnight Tomcat, a smoky grace,
Lost in time, in this lonely place.
Golden eyes watch the world roll by,
A silent question in his sigh.
Just a cat, and a diner's gleam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
A velvet shadow, fading slow,
As the first rays of morning grow.
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