Coffee steam rises past the glowing sign
Gunslinger boots rest on the harbor rail
Twin suns bleed orange across the water line
His weathered hands never seem to fail
I flip the eggs while harbor wind blows cold
He watches ferries cut the glowing wake
Two suns sink slow like stories left untold
No badge no horse just choices that he makes
Twin suns Sydney burning on the steel
Twin suns Sydney nothing left to heal
Twin suns Sydney harbor holds the night
Twin suns Sydney gunslinger takes flight
Twin suns Sydney melting into light
Grease stains my apron like a medal earned
He tips his hat to no one standing there
The Opera House lights up as night turned
Two suns drop fast behind the headland's stare
Twin suns Sydney burning on the steel
Twin suns Sydney nothing left to heal
Twin suns Sydney harbor holds the night
Twin suns Sydney gunslinger takes flight
Twin suns Sydney melting into light
Harmonica breathes low beneath the bridge
Pedal steel cries like a wound in rain
Upright bass walks the midnight ridge
This moment breaks but doesn't need a name
Regulars joke at corner booth number three
He drinks
