I am just a heavy pot
Keeping all the coffee hot
Waiting for a hungry guest
Giving tired spirits rest
The grease is thick upon the grill
The morning air is cold and still
I watch the clock upon the wall
Waiting for the raider's call
Oh, the steel is cold and grey
Counting down another day
Pour the brew and wipe the plate
While we lean against the fate
Old men sit in vinyl booths
Hiding all the bitter truths
They talk about the world before
Before the machines hit the shore
The grease is thick upon the grill
The morning air is cold and still
I watch the clock upon the wall
Waiting for the raider's call
Oh, the steel is cold and grey
Counting down another day
Pour the brew and wipe the plate
While we lean against the fate
Spoons are rattling in the tray
Watching blue skies turn to grey
Someone left a rusted key
Near a cup of herbal tea
Sizzle of the bacon strip
Finger on a metal grip
Sugar packets on the stand
Held within a shaking hand
Oh, the steel is cold and grey
Counting down another day
Pour the brew and wipe the plate
While we lean against the fate
Midnight is a lonely hour
Smelling like a lemon sour
I just keep the burner bright
Through the middle of the night
Oh, the steel is cold and grey
Counting down another day
Pour the brew and wipe the plate
While we lean against the fate
Bottom of the pot is dry.
Just a low and lonely sigh.
