Last Call at the Shining Token

Paid my quarter

for the shower token light

Staring at the tile

in the middle of the night

He knows my order,

doesn't ask for a name

Just a pour of the usual

to quiet the pain

But he walked out

the back door mid-refrain

Leaving his apron

in the gravel and rain

And I woke up parked

by a pump that never sleeps

Underneath the halogen where the midnight creeps

Oh, we're chasing that truck-stop glamour tonight

Under the flicker of a cold neon-free light (oh-oh-oh) Lost in the

spaces where the highway bends

Where the road begins and the memory ends

At the all-night counter,

the coffee's gone cold

Stories of the asphalt,

stories untold

Just a shower token light

And a pump

that never sleeps

(never sleeps)