Track Insight / Lyrics
Postcard faded, colors dim
Sydney Harbour, a fading hymn
Windswept streets, a lonely drone
Second helpings, I feel alone
But the coffee's hot, the fries are crisp
A familiar face, a friendly kiss
Another story, another lie
Beneath the moon, we all just try
Truck driver blues, a trucker's grin
Sharing secrets, where do they begin?
The city sleeps, a distant dream
Here at the counter, it all seems
But the coffee's hot, the fries are crisp
A familiar face, a friendly kiss
Another story, another lie
Beneath the moon, we all just try
Neon puddles, streets alive
Stories whispered, they all survive
A broken heart, a lonely soul
But the city keeps on playing its role
The postcard fades, a silent plea
To leave behind this memory
But the diner's warm, the lights are low
A place to hide, where secrets flow
A final sip, the night is deep
The city sleeps, its secrets keep
Another dawn, another day
Another story, in its own way
And the coffee's hot, the fries are crisp
A familiar face, a friendly kiss
Another story, another lie
Beneath the moon, we all just try
