Grease on the grill and a burnt roast brew
Slicing the rye for the morning crew
You hold the glass by the harbor wall
Waiting for twilight to catch the fall
Cut the blue light into gold and red
Painting the things that we never said
Hold the line fast while the wind blows cold
Stories of salt and a story told
Order up toast and a side of fries
Watching the harbor with tired eyes
Lead lines of solder and shards of green
Sharpest reflection I've ever seen
Cut the blue light into gold and red
Painting the things that we never said
Hold the line fast while the wind blows cold
Stories of salt and a story told
Spatula clicking on stainless steel
Turning the clock like a rusted wheel
Silver and cobalt and amber glare
Cutting the chill of the ocean air
Cut the blue light into gold and red
Painting the things that we never said
Hold the line fast while the wind blows cold
Stories of salt and a story told
Break the pane down to a jagged square
Catching the glow in a sudden flare
Searing the heat of a midnight shift
Watching the tide and the heavy drift
Wipe down the counter and lock the door
Coffee stains dried on the linoleum floor
Prisms of purple and lemon bright
Burning a hole through the Sydney night
Cut the blue light into gold and red
Painting the things that we never said
Hold the line fast while the wind blows cold
Stories of salt and a story told
Check the clock, we're out of time
Keep the glass and keep the rhyme
Just one more cup!
