I sit on the vinyl seat
Feeling every city beat
Coffee steam clouds up the glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Rubbing wax on the worn out grain
Polishing away the rain
Keep the shine on a tired shoe
Waiting here for something new
The cook flips a burger patty
Talks a lot and gets real chatty
Grease is thick on every plate
Three a m morning, staying late
Rubbing wax on the worn out grain
Polishing away the rain
Keep the shine on a tired shoe
Waiting here for something new
Salty fries and heavy cream
Living in a midnight scheme
Tapping toes on a checkered floor
Watching for the open door
Rubbing wax on the worn out grain
Polishing away the rain
Keep the shine on a tired shoe
Waiting here for something new
Breathe it in, the scent of hide
Nowhere left for me to hide
Circular motion, fast and slow
Ready for the morning glow
The clock ticks a steady sound
While the headlights spin around
Leather glows in the yellow light
Holding on with all my might
Rubbing wax on the worn out grain
Polishing away the rain
Keep the shine on a tired shoe
Waiting here for something new
Just a shine on the leather brown
Quiet now in a sleeping town
