Track Insight / Lyrics
Boots hit ballast, twin suns glare
Fog eats the switches, no schedule there
Six-shooter heavy on my grease-stained hip
Hunting a phantom on this iron strip
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Signal's dead, the dispatcher's ghost
Steam curls thick like morning toast
Bell rings loud for the midnight run
I'm the cook with a smoking gun
Twin Sun Special, order for one
Fog on the tracks till the day is done
Fuzz guitars screaming, floor toms pound
Deep in the rail yard, never found
Boxcars breathe like ovens at noon
Rust eats the letters, no name, no rune
My spatula's steel, my apron is leather
Serving up justice hot together
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Signal's dead, the dispatcher's ghost
Steam curls thick like morning toast
Bell rings loud for the midnight run
I'm the cook with a smoking gun
Twin Sun Special, order for one
Fog on the tracks till the day is done
Fuzz guitars screaming, floor toms pound
Deep in the rail yard, never found
Regulars ride the blind caboose
Shadows order the same abuse
Short joke dies on a cracked lip grin
Well done, stranger, let the heat in
Twin Sun Special, order for one
Fog on the tracks till the day is done
Fuzz guitars screaming, floor toms pound
Deep in the rail yard, never found
Analog bass drips like yolks on the grill
Droning through valleys, climbing the hill
Wall of sound, dense as hash browns piled
Passionate shouts from the ensemble wild
Twin Sun Special, order for one
Fog on the tracks till the day is done
Fuzz guitars screaming, floor toms pound
Deep in the rail yard, never found
Hope bursts sudden like yolks breaking clean
Stubborn and golden in the machine
Raw hearted lead cuts through the fuzz
Cook's got the order, cook always does
Twin Sun Special, order complete
Fog burns off with the morning heat
Fuzz guitars screaming, floor toms pound
Found in the rail yard, homeward bound
Grill's cold, coffee's gone, shift is through
Twin suns setting, I'm cooking for you