You watch the glass on the door
The rain is scrubbing the floor
The street is a river of grey
The city is fading away
Steam in the air like a ghost
The coffee is burnt on the toast
Humming a low steady beat
While the world sleeps on the street
You see the red humming light
Cutting a hole in the night
The counter is cold to the bone
You are the king on a throne
A copper pot starts to sing
The heavy iron bell will ring
The clock on the wall is a lie
Watching the late hours go by
Steam in the air like a ghost
The coffee is burnt on the toast
Humming a low steady beat
While the world sleeps on the street
The engine is cooling out back
The midnight is painted in black
Hold on to the heat in your hand
The only safe spot in the land
The morning will bring back the noise
The city will break all its toys
But here in the steam and the glow
The heavy tide starts to flow slow
Steam in the air like a ghost
The coffee is burnt on the toast
Humming a low steady beat
While the world sleeps on the street
Just one more cup for the way
Before we all face the new day
Keep the kettle on high.
