Chrome cups paper napkins
Seven rigs outside the door
Blue plate burgers onion rings
Tell me what the night is for
You got road on your boots
I got grease on my hands
We both came in quiet
With the same wide plans
Lean in tell the truth
Let the hours slow down
One more refill coming
For the lost ones in town
Pass me that burger
Let the night burn slow
Warm hands cold distance
We got nowhere to go
Pass me that burger
Keep the jukebox low
Oh pass me that burger
Let it melt let it show
A sax line curls through steam
From the kitchen screen light
Your laugh hits the window
And it cuts through the night
Old men at the counter
Trade weather and blame
We chew on our troubles
Then we send them away
Lean in tell the truth
Let the hours slow down
One more refill coming
For the lost ones in town
Pass me that burger
Let the night burn slow
Warm hands cold distance
We got nowhere to go
Pass me that burger
Keep the jukebox low
Oh pass me that burger
Let it melt let it show
The highway keeps calling
But it can wait a while
Your smoky harmonies
Make the whole place smile
Just this booth this moment
Just this salt and gold
And the door keeps swinging
For the weary and the cold
Pass me that burger
Let the night burn slow
Warm hands cold distance
We got nowhere to go
Pass me that burger
Keep the jukebox low
Oh pass me that burger
Let it melt let it show
