Salty grease on a white cotton sleeve
Coffee black and it's time to leave
Toss the apron on the stainless steel
Now I'm gripping on a steering wheel
I'm calling out on the midnight line
Looking for a signal and a sign
Turning left where the gravel turns gray
Tracing back to a different day
Sizzling patties and a diner bell
That old kitchen was a humid hell
Now the twilight is a purple haze
Lost inside of a rhythmic maze
I'm calling out on the midnight line
Looking for a signal and a sign
Turning left where the gravel turns gray
Tracing back to a different day
Dial the knob till the white noise clears
Cutting through all the heavy years
Swaying slow in the dashboard light
Fighting hard for a single night
Tires crunching on the broken stone
Talking to a ghost on the telephone
The sky is bleeding into gold and red
Words I should have probably already said
Old oak branches lean over the road
Carrying such a heavy load
The air is thick with a summer heat
Counting steps on a dusty street
I'm calling out on the midnight line
Looking for a signal and a sign
Turning left where the gravel turns gray
Tracing back to a different day
Paper napkins and a plastic tray
Everything just seems to slip away
I'm a stranger in my own hometown
Watching all of the fences go down
I'm calling out on the midnight line
Looking for a signal and a sign
Turning left where the gravel turns gray
Tracing back to a different day
Static humming in the open air
I am finally standing right there
Just a signal in the gray
