You lean on chrome in the early gray
Wait for the dawn to wash the night away
Like Monstera climbing up a white wall
You watch the lonely midnight walkers fall
Count the footsteps on the concrete floor
Right outside the diner's open door
Cold steel humming in a heavy haze
Lost inside the midnight urban maze
You see the grease on the window pane
Scent of the oil and the coming rain
Like Calathea folding in the dark
You wait for a single human spark
Count the footsteps on the concrete floor
Right outside the diner's open door
Cold steel humming in a heavy haze
Lost inside the midnight urban maze
Two boots click by with a steady beat
Rhythm of leather on the empty street
Like a root digging through the heavy clay
You hold your ground until the break of day
Count the footsteps on the concrete floor
Right outside the diner's open door
Cold steel humming in a heavy haze
Lost inside the midnight urban maze
A coffee cup leaves a brown ring stain
Salty wind blowing through the metal chain
Like a slow seed waking in the black dirt
You feel the cold until the edges hurt
Rub the rust off the handle bar
Listen to the hum of a distant car
Deep in the loam where the secrets grow
You feel the current in a steady flow
One hand touches your cold metal frame
A quiet moment with a nameless name
Like a rare bloom in a concrete crack
You find a way to bring the feeling back
Count the footsteps on the concrete floor
Right outside the diner's open door
Cold steel humming in a heavy haze
Lost inside the midnight urban maze
Just a gear and a heavy chain
Waiting for the morning rain Keep on counting.
Steel and soil.
