Track Insight / Lyrics
You slip through the back swinging door
A soft velvet paw on the floor
You smell like the rain and the street
Searching for something to eat
The coffee pot starts to hiss
A moment of midnight bliss
The grease on the grill starts to glow
While the clock on the wall ticks slow
Oh, Calico tracing the line
Between the salt and the brine
You weave through the legs of the stools
Breaking all the kitchen rules
I drop a small piece of the roast
Better than any Sunday toast
You blink with a golden-eyed stare
Floating through the warm humid air
The coffee pot starts to hiss
A moment of midnight bliss
The grease on the grill starts to glow
While the clock on the wall ticks slow
Oh, Calico tracing the line
Between the salt and the brine
You weave through the legs of the stools
Breaking all the kitchen rules
You rub on my worn denim knee
A wild little ghost feeling free
I wipe down the counter with pride
With you by my side for the ride
The diner is empty and cold
The stories of regulars told
The kettle is screaming a song
Where a stray like you can belong
Oh, Calico tracing the line
Between the salt and the brine
You weave through the legs of the stools
Breaking all the kitchen rules
The morning is starting to break
The early birds start to awake
You curl in a ball by the heat
The kindest of strangers I meet
Oh, Calico tracing the line
Between the salt and the brine
You weave through the legs of the stools
Breaking all the kitchen rules
Stay for a while in the steam.
Just you and me.
Yeah, you're home now.
