Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the steel at the door,
Cold metal resting on the floor.
I feel the bass in my frame,
I know every regular's name.
Slide the coin and take the ride,
Leave the windy street outside.
Golden horns begin to blow,
Watch the velvet curtain glow.
Copper scent on every hand,
Best jazz beat in all the land.
Sipping coffee from a cup,
Waiting for the beat to wake up.
Slide the coin and take the ride,
Leave the windy street outside.
Golden horns begin to blow,
Watch the velvet curtain glow.
Two strangers lean on my rail,
Skin as white as winter pale.
Shoulders brush in the dim heat,
Tapping rhythms with their feet.
Heavy boots on a wooden stair,
Scent of grease and salty air.
One small touch on a rusted key,
Finally setting the music free.
Now the drummer hits the snare,
Electric tension in the air.
Ice in glasses, clink and chime,
Walking through a different time.
Slide the coin and take the ride,
Leave the windy street outside.
Golden horns begin to blow,
Watch the velvet curtain glow.
Last call rings out in the hall,
Shadows lean against the wall.
I hold the line, I keep the beat,
Until the morning hits the street.
Slide the coin and take the ride,
Leave the windy street outside.
Golden horns begin to blow,
Watch the velvet curtain glow.
Just a coin in the slot.
Keep it warm, keep it hot.
