Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease pops hot on the flat top steel
Coffee burns like a truck stop deal
Chrome curve catches the parking lot glow
Old bike stands where the cold winds blow
Truckers snore in vinyl seats
Pie sits cold on chipped white plates
But that two-wheeled ghost never retreats
It guards the door where the drifter waits
Old Schwinn leans on window glass
Guarding booth four as the hours pass
Chrome halo in the parking lot light
Keeps its vigil through the long night
Wipe the counter, check the pie case door
Regulars don't come here no more
But the Schwinn don't care 'bout tips or pay
It holds the dark 'til the break of day
Truckers snore in vinyl seats
Pie sits cold on chipped white plates
But that two-wheeled ghost never retreats
It guards the door where the drifter waits
Old Schwinn leans on window glass
Guarding booth four as the hours pass
Chrome halo in the parking lot light
Keeps its vigil through the long night
Kid dropped it here in '83
Said he'd ride back from Tennessee
Never saw him, just the rusted frame
Now it answers to a different name
Old Schwinn leans on window glass
Guarding booth four as the hours pass
Chrome halo in the parking lot light
Keeps its vigil through the long night
I flip the eggs, I pour the Joe
Watch the chrome catch the sodium glow
We're both just fixtures in this place
Wearing grease and time on our face
Old Schwinn leans on window glass
Guarding booth four as the hours pass
Chrome halo in the parking lot light
Keeps its vigil through the long night
Sunrise paints the chrome gold now
Morning rush will disavow
The quiet watch the bike kept true
But I'll be back at 3
AM with you
Old Schwinn leans on window glass
Guarding booth four as the hours pass
Chrome halo in the parking lot light
Keeps its vigil through the long night
Kickstand down, the night is through
Schwinn and me, we saw it through