Track Insight / Lyrics
At one in the morning, the coffee runs low
Grease on the counter, the fryers still glow
She wipes down one table, then sighs when she sees
Two cold eggs waiting beside Rudolph’s fries
Old Pete comes stumbling from off the grey line
He orders the coffee he drinks every time
Rain taps the window, the jukebox is slow
One lamp keeps blinking at the corner stop
One lamp keeps blinking at the corner stop
Like it remembers the names that got lost
There she stands listening, steady and still
While midnight orders the silence to fill
A young girl from Memphis waits under the awning
Her suitcase is heavy, her eyes are still yawning
He slides her the last of the apple pie
Says keep that one, child, you’re new to the line
One lamp keeps blinking at the corner stop
Like it remembers the names that got lost
There she stands listening, steady and still
While midnight orders the silence to fill
The radio murmurs through static and snow
The clock on the wall keeps a rhythm below
A stranger walks slow through the half-open door
He pauses beside her, but says nothing more
At three, the coffee is bitter and black
The register stutters with each little crack
A blue town truck rumbles beyond the black glass
And nobody names what they both know
The griddle goes quiet, the dishes are stacked
A regular leaves one warm coat in the back
She carries it outside in the luminous mist
Sets it beside her and folds up her list
One lamp keeps blinking, the corner stands gold
Like it never forgets what the night left out cold
There she stands breathing, steady and still
While midnight unfolds at the edge of the hill
The bus pulls up, but it doesn’t stop
The lamp keeps blinking at the corner stop
She locks up the kitchen, the coffee grows cold
And leaves one small light for whatever comes old
