Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease slick on the flattop grill
Coffee pot sings sharp and shrill
I wipe the counter, steel and chrome
This kitchen feels like lightless home
Steam rises like a kettle beam
Cutting through the heavy cream
I tend the light inside the pan
For every tired, hungry man
Trucker Joe wants eggs over light
Nurse Kate takes apple pie to go
They eat in silence, heads bowed low
Steam fogs the glass, a lighthouse glow
Steam rises like a kettle beam
Cutting through the heavy cream
I tend the light inside the pan
For every tired, hungry man
I polish brass on Sunday morn
Before the breakfast rush is born
The Fresnel lens is cast iron black
The beacon shines on bacon stack
Steam rises like a kettle beam
Cutting through the heavy cream
I tend the light inside the pan
For every tired, hungry man
Pink bleeds across the harbor sky
The kettle screams its lullaby
I hang the apron, lock the gate
The light holds steady, never late
Steam rises like a kettle beam
Cutting through the heavy cream
I tend the light inside the pan
For every tired, hungry man
Kettle beam, guide them in
Kettle beam, let day begin
Coffee's cold, the light wins out
Another shift, without a doubt
