I sit on a shelf by the grease
Where the midnight traffic won't cease
My varnish is cracked and it's old
My story is waiting be told
Neon light on my gilded wood
Standing right where the crossroads stood
Humming low in the diesel haze
Lost inside of a midnight glaze
The coffee is black and it's hot
I'm the only treasure they got
Between the fuel pumps and the rye
Underneath a violet sky
Neon light on my gilded wood
Standing right where the crossroads stood
Humming low in the diesel haze
Lost inside of a midnight glaze
A trucker just stared at my spine
Tracing a delicate line
He smelled like old tobacco smoke
Then he laughed a short little joke
Neon light on my gilded wood
Standing right where the crossroads stood
Humming low in the diesel haze
Lost inside of a midnight glaze
The cook flips a burger on high
While the headlights flicker and fly
I remember the velvet and gold
Before I was bought and then sold
Cold wind hits the glass of the door
I can't take the hum anymore
The morning is coming too fast
I know that this feeling won't last
The sun starts to bleed through the gray
The regulars all drift away
The chrome on the counter is bright
Ending a long velvet night
Neon light on my gilded wood
Standing right where the crossroads stood
Humming low in the diesel haze
Lost inside of a midnight glaze
Just a piece of wood in the glow.
Now it's time for the morning to go.
