Track Insight / Lyrics
Battered Formica, crooked booths lines tables
Warped vinyl stools creak, vinyl seats and chrome
Smoky glass shades filter Van Morrison's croon
Coffee's bitter steam, grease-slick kitchen boon
She wipes sweat, a waitress, cheeks flushed with heat
Moonlight dances, silver glow on the street
A haze of cigarette smoke, whiskey's amber glow
Golden arches beckon from the neon sprawl
Streetlights flutter, police car sirens yowl
In the mirrored chrome she dances, humming along
Laundry fluttering in the night's cool breeze's song
A melancholy lilt, a lamenting refrain
Echoes of forgotten dreams, like a grainy recording played in vain
Of loves long past, of journeys that didn't last
A haunting beauty, a piercing, bittersweet blast
Cafecito's marquee flickers, 'Open 24'
Faded starlight, seagulls cry, 'Squawk, squawk'
Old man sleeps, curled in a nylon sleeping bag
As she serves coffee, jammed between counter's fog
Naomi's Halfway Inn creaks, signposts sway
Wind's mournful moan, as the pier lights fade away
A forgotten melody, a shattered, shimmering piece of a song
Distant fireworks pop, a kaleidoscope of hue
Summer's fleeting warmth lingers, autumn's chill anew
She hums Sinatra's 'Fly Me to the Moon', a gentle clarinet refrain
As the night grows darker, a lonely, forlorn refrain
A melancholy lilt, a lamenting refrain
Echoes of forgotten dreams, like a grainy recording played in vain
Of loves long past, of journeys that didn't last
A haunting beauty, a piercing, bittersweet blast
In the back of the diner, lit by a single bulb
A photograph flickers, sepia-toned, time-worn and dulled
An older woman's face, a younger man by her side
Hand in hand, with nowhere to hide
Their love, like the neon signs painted on the night
A heartbreaking beauty, a poignant, shimmering light
Golden light on the water, a lonely, haunting sight
A melancholy lilt, a lamenting refrain
Echoes of forgotten dreams, like a grainy recording played in vain
Of loves long past, of journeys that didn't last
A haunting beauty, a piercing, bittersweet blast
Smoke curls, a last patron pays, and leaves
A nib of light extinguished, the diner's daytime ease
As she turns off the lights, locks up and walks away
Into the misty San Francisco night, lost in her reverie.
