Coffee black in a heavy white cup
Sun ain't here to wake the city up
Leather seats with a tear in the seam
Cold wind cutting like a jagged beam
We are rowing a boat on the vinyl red
Tracing lines where the tired words were said
Drifting slow through the salt and the grease
Looking for a little piece of peace
Three AM and the diner is still
Fog is rolling off the cedar hill
Silver spoons and a grease-spotted page
Two old souls in a chrome-plated cage
We are rowing a boat on the vinyl red
Tracing lines where the tired words were said
Drifting slow through the salt and the grease
Looking for a little piece of peace
You got gold in your weathered old hand
I got miles from a far distant land
Check the meter and check the oil gauge
Turning over a yellowed out page
We are rowing a boat on the vinyl red
Tracing lines where the tired words were said
Drifting slow through the salt and the grease
Looking for a little piece of peace
Winter snow on the blacktop outside
Nowhere left for a runner to hide
Copper coins on the Formica top
Wait for the rhythm of the engine stop
The pedal steel cries a low lonely sound
Feet heavy planted on the frozen ground
One last smoke and a long heavy sigh
Underneath a bruised and a purple sky
Put the gear in a steady low glide
Take the long way and enjoy the ride
Old proverbs for the wind and the rain
Wash the salt from the window pane
We are rowing a boat on the vinyl red
Tracing lines where the tired words were said
Drifting slow through the salt and the grease
Looking for a little piece of peace
Just a rowboat on the red.
Keep it steady now.
Keep it steady.
