Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold vinyl sticks to my skin
The coffee pot is wearing thin
I track the scent of old ink pages
Locked inside these plastic cages
Wait for the bell to ring out loud
Searching for a face in a crowd
Three am in a roadside booth
Hunting for a jagged kind of truth
Paws on the table, eyes on the door
I can't find what I'm looking for
A scrap of paper on the floor
A salty grease stain by the door
You left a smudge of cherry red
Words that you never actually said
Wait for the bell to ring out loud
Searching for a face in a crowd
Three am in a roadside booth
Hunting for a jagged kind of truth
Paws on the table, eyes on the door
I can't find what I'm looking for
I know the smell of leather binds
The kind of peace a reader finds
But here the air is thick with oil
And heavy water starts to boil
Three am in a roadside booth
Hunting for a jagged kind of truth
Paws on the table, eyes on the door
I can't find what I'm looking for
You watch me wander through the aisle
A tired look, a crooked smile
I touch the hem of your wool coat
A secret kept inside a note
Three am in a roadside booth
Hunting for a jagged kind of truth
Paws on the table, eyes on the door
I can't find what I'm looking for
The moon is hanging like a coin
Where the black asphalt roads all join
I curl my tail around the seat
Until the morning air feels sweet
Three am in a roadside booth
Hunting for a jagged kind of truth
Paws on the table, eyes on the door
I can't find what I'm looking for
Just a bookstore cat on the run.
Wait for the rising sun.
Yeah, the rising sun.
