I sit on the burner all day
I watch as the morning turns gray
She scrubs every counter and floor
Then locks up the heavy front door
Steam rises up in a white cloud
The humming is lonely and loud
She pours out the coffee and tea
She finds a lost version of me
My handle is worn and it's thin
I know where her long days begin
She wipes off the grease and the grime
She counts down the seconds of time
The linoleum peels by the sink
She stops for a moment to think
The clock on the wall has a beat
Like tires on a rainy city street
Steam rises up in a white cloud
The humming is lonely and loud
She pours out the coffee and tea
She finds a lost version of me
The midnight wind howls through the pane
The headlights are cutting the rain
She stands in the kitchen alone
A place that she calls her own home
The diner is quiet and cold
The stories of strangers are told
She turns off the light by the door
She doesn't need luck anymore
Steam rises up in a white cloud
The humming is lonely and loud
She pours out the coffee and tea
She finds a lost version of me
Just a silver kettle and steam
Wake up from a long working dream
Pour it out slow
Let the morning glow
