Track Insight / Lyrics
You're wiping counters at three a.m.
The grill goes cold, no eggs, no ham
Coffee steam curls thick like harbor fog
Salt wind blows in off the pier dock
Night shift drags on the greasy clock
You flip a burger, hear grease pop loud
Your apron's stained with the night's last run
Out past the window, pier lights proud
A pale moth dances, tangled, spun
Wind laughs loud at the rising sun
Salt stings your eyes, you watch it fight
Pale wings tangled in harbor light
Wind screams loud through the pier tonight
You're the cook, but you're that moth in flight
Regular Joe asks for rye toast brown
You nod, you grin, short joke lands flat
Out there the moth spins, going down
Pier wood groans wet, imagine that
Dawn creeps close like a stray alley cat
Salt stings your eyes, you watch it fight
Pale wings tangled in harbor light
Wind screams loud through the pier tonight
You're the cook, but you're that moth in flight
The cello weeps, the banjo drives hard
Foot stomps shake the floor where you stand
You taste the salt, you taste the gre
