Track Insight / Lyrics
She works the graveyard, coffee stained
Pine trees lean on telephone chain
Her apron frayed at the hem and thread
She reads the road like the Bible read
Pine line waitress, holding the night
Telephone poles hum in amber light
She pours the dark for the weary and gone
Keeps the diner warm till the breaking dawn
Rain taps the roof like a fare's loose change
Needles hiss on the high-voltage range
She wipes the counter with a calloused hand
Knows every trucker's route through the land
Pine line waitress, holding the night
Telephone poles hum in amber light
She pours the dark for the weary and gone
Keeps the diner warm till the breaking dawn
Coyote yips where the power lines sag
She checks her watch in the paper bag
Tip jar holds a quarter and a prayer
For the son she hasn't seen in a year
Pine line waitress, holding the night
Telephone poles hum in amber light
She pours the dark for the weary and gone
Keeps the diner warm till the breaking dawn
Static crackles on the CB band
She grips the mug with a trembling hand
Pine wind moans through the transformer's crown
Dawn breaks slow on the edge of town
Morning regulars roll in for grease
She serves it up with a tired peace
The forest holds its breath in the hush
Another shift done, another crush
Pine line waitress, holding the night
Telephone poles hum in amber light
She pours the dark for the weary and gone
Keeps the diner warm till the breaking dawn
Pine line waitress, holding the night
Banjo fades out, cello sighs deep
Foot stomp slows, the world asleep
Pine line waitress, rest your head
Night shift done, the morning fed
