Track Insight / Lyrics
I scrape the grill at 2 a.m.
The radio is playing low
She sits up on the terrace ledge
Where the Paris rooftops glow
I wipe my hands on apron strings
And watch the streetlamps start to fade
Rosin on the strings, waiting for the bow
Somebody played her once, a hundred years ago
I flip another burger, she just holds her tune
Rosin on the strings, underneath the moon
She never says a word to me
But I hear her anyway
The way she leans into the breeze
Like she's got something left to say
I pour my coffee, black and strong
She holds a note that's been so long
Rosin on the strings, waiting for the bow
Somebody played her once, a hundred years ago
I flip another burger, she just holds her tune
Rosin on the strings, underneath the moon
The regulars come, the regulars go
They ask me why I keep her there
I say she's just an old violin
She says I'm just a cook who cares
We're both a little out of tune
We're both a little worse for wear
Rosin on the strings, waiting for the bow
Somebody played her once, a hundred years ago
I flip another burger, she just holds her tune
Rosin on the strings, underneath the moon
Maybe one night I'll pick her up
And hold her like I used to hold
A melody I half-remember
From a life I've almost sold
The grease will stain the fingerboard
But she won't mind, she's heard it all
So let the rooftops catch the dawn
And let the coffee go to waste
She's got a song inside her still
I've got a shift to taste
We're patient in our separate ways
Two quiet things that time won't erase
Rosin on the strings, waiting for the bow
Somebody played her once, a hundred years ago
I flip another burger, she just holds her tune
Rosin on the strings, underneath the moon
Rosin on the strings, she'll play again real soon
Underneath the moon
She'll play again real soon
