Track Insight / Lyrics
You wipe the counter with a clean rag
Coffee steam rises from a chipped mug
Neon flickers above the pie case
Your sneakers stick to the linoleum rug
The screen door slaps the wood frame hard
Rain hammers the tin roof of the yard
You count the tabs, the night drags long
Humming a fragment of a hymn song
Thunder boards groan under heavy feet
Lightning writes white across the dark street
You lean against the grease-stained glass
Watch the storm roll in off the grass
Regulars nurse their bottomless cups
Trucker jokes die in the radio fuzz
Ketchup bottles sweat on the table top
Habits are comfortable, they never stop
Thunder boards groan under heavy feet
Lightning writes white across the dark street
You lean against the grease-stained glass
Watch the storm roll in off the grass
The porch wood drinks the summer rain
Each board remembers every hand
That gripped the rail, that paced the length
Waiting for something to understand
Your shift ends when the sky turns purple
The cook waves from the steamy window
Coins clink heavy in your apron circle
You grab your jacket, no need to follow
Screen door slaps shut behind your back
Bare feet hit the wet, warm wooden track
Thunder shakes the rafters loose
You finally exhale, no excuse
Thunder boards groan under heavy feet
Lightning writes white across the dark street
You lean against the grease-stained glass
Watch the storm roll in off the grass
Porch swing creaks in the wind
You're home
