He sits in a vinyl booth
Looking for a jagged truth
Salt stains on a canvas coat
Heavy as a sinking boat
Three AM and the coffee is black
Counting lines on a one way track
Silver scales in a plastic tray
Waiting for the break of day
Rain streaks on the window pane
Driving through a metal rain
Diesel fumes and diesel grease
Looking for a moment's peace
Three AM and the coffee is black
Counting lines on a one way track
Silver scales in a plastic tray
Waiting for the break of day
Old boots on a checkered floor
Waiting by the swinging door
Cold wind hits the midnight street
Rhythm of a lonely beat
Three AM and the coffee is black
Counting lines on a one way track
Silver scales in a plastic tray
Waiting for the break of day
Copper coins on a Formica top
Where the ticking seconds stop
He reads the news of yesterday
While the city turns to gray
Steel wires humming in the cold
Stories that were never told
Tighten up the nylon line
Cross the border, cross the line
He pays the fare and walks away
Into the mist of early gray
The diner lights begin to fade
Price of every gamble made
Three AM and the coffee is black
Counting lines on a one way track
Silver scales in a plastic tray
Waiting for the break of day
Silver in the dark.
Silver in the dark.
Break of day.
