Stuck in the crack of a vinyl seat
Where the grease and the coffee meet
Three in the morning the air is cold
A story that never will be told
I am the key but the door is gone
Waiting for light and a distant dawn
I turn in the wind but I got no lock
Counting the ticks of a diner clock
Fingerprints smudge on my golden skin
Someone left me where the night begins
A heavy boot kicks a crumb of pie
Under the gaze of a fluorescent sky
Taxis are idling out on the street
Drivers are tired and dreaming of sleep
I feel the hum of the Hammond B3
Nobody looks and nobody sees me
I am the key but the door is gone
Waiting for light and a distant dawn
I turn in the wind but I got no lock
Counting the ticks of a diner clock
I could open a chest or a heavy gate
I could unlock a secret or settle a fate
But I'm just a scrap in a red leather fold
Turning to rust while the coffee gets old
The waitress is wiping the counter clean
The loneliest place that I've ever seen
A pocket was torn or a grip let go
Now I just wait for the morning glow
I am the key but the door is gone
Waiting for light and a distant dawn
I turn in the wind but I got no lock
Counting the ticks of a diner clock
Just a brass key in a vinyl crease
Waiting for the midnight noise to cease
Yeah, I'm just waiting.
