Track Insight / Lyrics
Adobe walls hold the fading light
Dust motes dance in the desert night
Another shift, the coffee's brewed strong
Listening close to the old town song
I'm the chipped Formica, stained with years
Absorbing stories, drying all the tears
See the waitress, a whirlwind in blue
Serving dreams with a coffee for you.
Piñon smoke curls into the gray
Another sunset slips away
Sweet wood burning, a familiar sign
Santa Fe twilight, perfectly mine.
The old man sits with his paper and rye
Watching headlights streak across the sky
He talks of cowboys and silver and gold
Stories whispered, never getting old.
Piñon smoke curls into the gray
Another sunset slips away
Sweet wood burning, a familiar sign
Santa Fe twilight, perfectly mine.
The neon flickers, a hazy red glow
Reflecting faces, come and go
A lonely trucker, a painter unknown
Each with a journey to call their own.
Piñon smoke curls into the gray
Another sunset slips away
Sweet wood burning, a familiar sign
Santa Fe twilight, perfectly mine.
I'm the steel counter, cold to the touch
Witness to longing, wanting so much
The scent of chile, a comforting grace
This quiet corner, this familiar place.
Piñon smoke rises, a silver embrace
Another sunset finds its space
Sweet wood burning, a heaven-sent sign
Santa Fe twilight, forever mine!
The last call echoes, soft and low
Shadows lengthen, secrets grow
Just the scent of piñon, sweet and deep
While Santa Fe slumbers, and I fall asleep.
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