He sits in the vinyl seat
The coffee tastes like bitter heat
He watches the road stretch out wide
With nowhere left for him to hide
Hold the light till the morning break
Wait for the sleeping world to wake
Keep the beam on the crashing tide
Keep the lonely lantern wide
The waitress wipes the counter clean
The coldest night he's ever seen
He counts the tiles on the floor
And listens for the opening door
Hold the light till the morning break
Wait for the sleeping world to wake
Keep the beam on the crashing tide
Keep the lonely lantern wide
The salt is thick upon his skin
He feels the winter rushing in
A copper coin inside his hand
A stranger in a roadside land
The diesel fumes begin to rise
The red glare hits his tired eyes
The engine hums a heavy song
The road is short but the night is long
He smells the grease and toasted bread
The heavy thoughts inside his head
The wind is howling through the glass
He watches every headlights pass
Hold the light till the morning break
Wait for the sleeping world to wake
Keep the beam on the crashing tide
Keep the lonely lantern wide
The sky turns grey and then a blue
The old world starts to feel brand new
He leaves the booth and pays the bill
The morning air is sharp and chill
Hold the light till the morning break
Wait for the sleeping world to wake
Keep the beam on the crashing tide
Keep the lonely lantern wide
The light stays on.
The night is gone.
