You sit by the grill where the grease pops hot
Rust on your spout from the salt in the air
Counting each step on the overpass lot
Summer nights fade but you're still standing there
Rusty can counts where the highway bends
Each footfall a story the night defends
You hold the rhythm steady and deep
While the world rolls on in its broken sleep
Spatula flips where the hash browns crisp
Vinyl booth holds the couple from town
You count out the beats with a steady grip
Rain on the overpass washing it down
Rusty can counts where the highway bends
Each footfall a story the night defends
You hold the rhythm steady and deep
While the world rolls on in its broken sleep
Radio plays that same old soul tune
Fireflies dance in the ditch by the road
You measure the miles by the light of the moon
Memories heavy but lightens the load
Rusty can counts where the highway bends
Each footfall a story the night defends
You hold the rhythm steady and deep
While the world rolls on in its broken sleep
Midnight rush fades to a hush on the line
Tires hum low on the asphalt skin
You keep the count where the white lines shine
Dawn breaks slow letting the day begin
Rusty can counts where the highway bends
Each footfall a story the night defends
You hold the rhythm steady and deep
While the world rolls on in its broken sleep
