He sits on a stack of old ink
Watching the red fuel gauge blink
The bell on the door gives a chime
Counting the hours and the time
Yellow eyes in the buzzing glow
Watching the midnight traffic flow
Crossroads hum in a humming blue
Waiting for something strange and new
Paperback spines in a row
Warmth from the heater below
Tires on the gravel spin fast
Moments that never will last
Coffee in a Styrofoam cup
The heavy iron shutters go up
Strange faces stop for a drink
Eyes that are starting to blink
Yellow eyes in the buzzing glow
Watching the midnight traffic flow
Crossroads hum in a humming blue
Waiting for something strange and new
Wind hits the glass with a crack
No one is turning their track
The oil spills black on the street
Pavement is feeling the heat
Curled on a ledger of gold
Stories that never were told
One steady gaze on the road
Bearing the traveler's load
Yellow eyes in the buzzing glow
Watching the midnight traffic flow
Crossroads hum in a humming blue
Waiting for something strange and new
Keep the light
Hold it tight
In the glow
