Track Insight / Lyrics
I flip the grill and pour the brew,
The midnight crowd is coming through.
I see him pull his rig inside,
Where ghosts of old movies reside.
The coffee's black and steaming hot,
He found a strange and lonely spot.
Guard the screen and hold the line,
Wait for one more silver sign.
Diesel smoke and summer air,
Watching while the world stays bare.
He keeps the gate and locks the door,
The ticket booth is just a floor.
He tells me why he stays this way,
To keep the rusting beams from gray.
The coffee's black and steaming hot,
He found a strange and lonely spot.
Guard the screen and hold the line,
Wait for one more silver sign.
Diesel smoke and summer air,
Watching while the world stays bare.
He speaks of reels and flashing light,
That cut across the heavy night.
I wipe the counter, lean on in,
Where all the midnight tales begin.
The projector hums a low old tune,
Underneath a copper moon.
He doesn't want the wrecking ball,
To make the giant curtain fall.
Guard the screen and hold the line,
Wait for one more silver sign.
Diesel smoke and summer air,
Watching while the world stays bare.
He pays his bill with folded cash,
Before the morning colors flash.
He drives his Peterbilt away,
To fight another lonely day.
Guard the screen and hold the line,
Wait for one more silver sign.
Diesel smoke and summer air,
Watching while the world stays bare.
The grill is off, the pot is dry.
One last truck goes rolling by.
