You slide in at three a.m.
Coffee black no cream again
Logbook open on the plate
Midnight run you're running late
You pull the string the bulb ignites
Dust floats in the morning light
Eighteen wheels wait down below
But up here time moves slow
You park the rig behind the diner
Sleep three hours minor minor
Wake to find the attic hatch
Sunlight cutting through the catch
You pull the string the bulb ignites
Dust floats in the morning light
Eighteen wheels wait down below
But up here time moves slow
Old maps and a CB radio
Faded patch from Ohio
Mother's quilt a zippo lighter
Memories burn a little brighter
You pull the string the bulb ignites
Dust floats in the morning light
Eighteen wheels wait down below
But up here time moves slow
You trace a route on yellowed paper
Ghost towns no skyscraper
Finger finds a smudged ink dot
Home ain't where you thought it was not
Steam rises from the coffee cup
You're drinking light you're drinking up
No logbook for this moment now
Just dust and gold on your brow
Now the sun climbs up the roof
You pack the box you tell the truth
Eighteen wheels will roll again
But this attic stays your friend
You pull the string the bulb ignites
Dust floats in the morning light
Eighteen wheels wait down below
But up here time moves slow
Attic light fades on the floor
You don't come round here no more
Just eighteen wheels and open sky
And a diner cook waving goodbye
