Flip the burger on the grill
While the morning air is chill
You stand out by the salty bay
Waitress of a faded day
Oh the rust is creeping slow
Where the heavy currents flow
Salty mist and coffee steam
Living in a coastal dream
Your apron has a coffee stain
Like a map of sudden rain
You pour the cream in steady lines
Reading all the secret signs
Oh the rust is creeping slow
Where the heavy currents flow
Salty mist and coffee steam
Living in a coastal dream
The regulars all know your name
Every morning looks the same
You tilt your head and give a wink
While the old wooden pilings sink
The fog rolls in a heavy sheet
Turning every street a treat
Your copper skin is turning gold
A story that is never told
I fry the eggs and toast the bread
While the harbor turns a red
You walk the pier with steady feet
Where the land and water meet
Oh the rust is creeping slow
Where the heavy currents flow
Salty mist and coffee steam
Living in a coastal dream
The clock is ticking on the wall
Waiting for the evening call
The grease is thick the coffee's black
There is no way of turning back
Oh the rust is creeping slow
Where the heavy currents flow
Salty mist and coffee steam
Living in a coastal dream
Keep it hot and pour it black
Until the tide comes rolling back.
