Track 5 of the album Second Wind Motel · 2012
Vending Machine Coffee at Four A.M.
“Plastic chairs, bad coffee and somebody worth sitting across from. It's the closest thing to a love song I trust.”
rock ballad · rock ballad · truck-stop romance · 4:23
Lyrics
Fluorescent hum and a clock on the wall Plastic chairs in a empty hall Forty years married, I never learned How to sit still while your hand's not in mine The vending machine takes my last two bills Coffee tastes like a cardboard hill A nurse smiles soft and says, "Not long now" I don't know what that means, but I nod anyhow So I'll hold on, I'll hold on, till the morning comes Till the doors swing wide and they say you're done I'll be right here in this plastic chair Loving you out loud in the waiting there Hold on, hold on, I'm still here I wrote you a song on a paper cup Same three chords from when we were young The sky outside goes from black to blue And every minute's a prayer for you So I'll hold on, I'll hold on, till the morning comes Till the doors swing wide and they say you're done I'll be right here in this plastic chair Loving you out loud in the waiting there Hold on, hold on, I'm still here If the light comes in through the window glass Let it fall on your face and let this pass I never asked for a lot of things Just you, and the sound of the morning A door swings wide and she says my name Says you're asking if I stayed I wipe my face on my flannel sleeve Some mornings, love, you get to keep So I held on, I held on, and the morning came The doors swung wide and she said your name Now I'm right here by your hospital bed Loving you out loud in the words unsaid Hold on, hold on, I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here