Flip the grill and pour the brew
Counting down to something new
Old Joe sits in booth number four
While the wind kicks in the door
Wooden skin in a velvet shell
Hiding out in a roadside hell
Under lights of a buzzing blue
Waiting for a song that is true
Found it by the oil and grit
Where the heavy rain clouds hit
Slept beneath a rusted wheel
Cold as any piece of steel
Strings are tight and the varnish gold
Story that has never been told
Left behind in a parking lot
Where the asphalt burns and it's hot
Wooden skin in a velvet shell
Hiding out in a roadside hell
Under lights of a buzzing blue
Waiting for a song that is true
I scrub the grease off of my hand
I dream of some far distant land
No more hash browns, no more fries
Just the look in a stranger's eyes
I will tune it to a lonely chord
Something that the rich afford
Play it loud till the morning light
Breaks the grip of a heavy night
Wooden skin in a velvet shell
Hiding out in a roadside hell
Under lights of a buzzing blue
Waiting for a song that is true
Just a case in the oil and rain
Washing out all the midnight pain
Yeah, just a neon case.
