I am the tray of polished chrome
The only place she calls her home
I catch the spills of black coffee
A heavy weight for all to see
The Ferris wheel is frozen gray
The autumn wind blows leaves away
She wipes the counter with a rag
Her spirit hangs just like a flag
I hold the sugar and the cream
A rusted part of a broken dream
The diner light is a lonely glow
Where the cold October breezes blow
The tickets fade in a plastic bin
The winter air is creeping in
She pours the water in a glass
And watches all the headlights pass
I hold the sugar and the cream
A rusted part of a broken dream
The diner light is a lonely glow
Where the cold October breezes blow
The coaster tracks are orange rust
The velvet seats are thick with dust
She looks up at the empty sky
And lets a single teardrop dry
She grips my edge with shaking hands
A lonely girl in the border lands
The clock ticks slow on the yellow wall
While the heavy golden maple fall
The lock turns shut on the heavy door
She doesn't need the tips no more
She leaves the keys on the vinyl seat
And walks away on the frozen street
I hold the sugar and the cream
A rusted part of a broken dream
The diner light is a lonely glow
Where the cold October breezes blow
Just a silver tray in the dark.
Just a silver tray.
