You watch the freight car shake the ground
Iron ribs let out a low moan sound
Greenhouse glass above holds cracked panes tight
Tomato vines reach for the pale moonlight
Your spatula flips eggs with practiced grace
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Cracked panes catch stars in jagged line
The hum gets deep in your tired bones
You're rooted here where the lost belongs
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
You pour the regular's black cup full
He reads the funnies, never dull
Train wheels scream past the diner door
Greenhouse shakes dust upon the floor
You wink and say the special's on the house
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Cracked panes catch stars in jagged line
The hum gets deep in your tired bones
You're rooted here where the lost belongs
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
You wipe the counter, grease rag worn
Dawn creeps in, tired and torn
Seedlings stretch through splintered light
Freight car groans into the night
Your apron bears the stains of thousand meals
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Cracked panes catch stars in jagged line
The hum gets deep in your tired bones
You're rooted here where the lost belongs
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Muted trumpet cries above the bass
Rhodes piano paints the quiet space
Double bass walks slow and deliberate
Brushes whisper on the snare plate
You breathe the rhythm, let it settle in
You flip the sign to closed at last
Night shift ghosts are fading fast
Greenhouse holds the freight car's song
Cracked glass panes where light belongs
Tomorrow's coffee waits in steel pots
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Cracked panes catch stars in jagged line
The hum gets deep in your tired bones
You're rooted here where the lost belongs
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Rust sings soft where metal meets the vine
Spatula rests on cooling steel
Morning whistle blows the night away
