Vinyl scratching on the floor
Open wide the diner door
Silver spoons and coffee steam
Waking from a plastic dream
Candid shot of sugar bowls
Counting out the midnight tolls
Buses hum a heavy low
Nowhere left for us to go
Wind it up and let it spin
Where the heavy hums begin
Golden gears and rusted wire
Setting every nerve on fire
Blue light on a greasy plate
Pacing out the hour late
Leather seats and vinyl skin
Let the humming machine in
Wind it up and let it spin
Where the heavy hums begin
Golden gears and rusted wire
Setting every nerve on fire
Press the shutter, catch the glare
Static hanging in the air
One more mile, one more street
Feel the rhythmic metal beat
Cracked enamel, yellow light
Cutting through the velvet night
Syllables of clicking brass
Watching all the headlights pass
Check the focus, hold the frame
Every city looks the same
Copper coils and humming deep
While the roadside diners sleep
Wind it up and let it spin
Where the heavy hums begin
Golden gears and rusted wire
Setting every nerve on fire
Wind it up and let it spin
Static under booths again
Static under booths again
