Track Insight / Lyrics
Black coffee in a heavy cup
The morning sun is waking up
I scrub the grill and wipe the slate
The early regulars can't wait
Trace the edges of the tile
Walk the kitchen for a mile
Kettle screaming on the heat
Salt and rhythm, bitter sweet
The lighthouse beam is far away
I keep the diner grey and grey
Spatula flips the golden cake
A little noise for goodness sake
Trace the edges of the tile
Walk the kitchen for a mile
Kettle screaming on the heat
Salt and rhythm, bitter sweet
Your apron tied in a tight knot
The frying pan is glowing hot
You pour the cream in a white bowl
The morning bell begins to toll
Trace the edges of the tile
Walk the kitchen for a mile
Kettle screaming on the heat
Salt and rhythm, bitter sweet
The clock is ticking on the wall
The winter wind begins to call
We slice the bread and butter toast
The midnight shift we love the most
Silver spoons and ceramic plates
The hungry crowd at the double gates
Water boils and the vapor flies
The gold is breaking in your eyes
The grease is thick upon the floor
I lock the heavy swinging door
The kettle settles to a hum
The daylight hours finally come
Trace the edges of the tile
Walk the kitchen for a mile
Kettle screaming on the heat
Salt and rhythm, bitter sweet
Steam and salt, salt and steam.
Just a diner, just a dream.
