Coffee burns my tired tongue
While the morning bell is rung
I flip the grill and scrub the plate
The early regulars can't wait
Watching from the ferry dock
Ticking like a heavy clock
Golden eyes on salted air
Waiting for the world to flare
He sleeps on a velvet spine
Where the old ink lines entwine
He sees the fog roll off the bay
Before the city turns to grey
Watching from the ferry dock
Ticking like a heavy clock
Golden eyes on salted air
Waiting for the world to flare
I pour the cream and toast the bread
While the sunrise turns the river red
He keeps the pages clean and neat
High above the empty street
The engine hums a low steady drone
A concrete kingdom all alone
He stretches out a white padded paw
The sharpest sight the harbor ever saw
I wipe the counter with a rag
The heavy bags of flour sag
He watches boats begin to glide
Swaying with the rising tide
Watching from the ferry dock
Ticking like a heavy clock
Golden eyes on salted air
Waiting for the world to flare
The first boat hits the wooden pier
The morning rush is finally here
He blinks once at the waking crowd
The city roar is getting loud
Watching from the ferry dock
Ticking like a heavy clock
Golden eyes on salted air
Waiting for the world to flare
Check the clock and flip the sign
Everything is doing fine
Just a cat and coffee beans
Living in the morning scenes
