Track 2 of the album Last Light on 40 · 2020
Cocoa on the Cab Heater
“A thermos of cocoa on a cold cab heater is its own kind of luxury. I wrote it cosy because winter out there is not.”
rock ballad · cosy rock · road ballad · 3:43
Lyrics
Heater's got a rattle and the windshield's got some frost But I've got a thermos, and I'm not counting what it cost Pulled off at a lookout where the whole valley's asleep A blanket on my shoulders, and the promises I keep Steam is rising slowly from a dented tin cup The stars are all showing off, the moon is lighting up I don't need a hotel, I don't need a fancy bed Just the hum of this old engine and the warmth inside my head Cocoa on the cab heater, the whole world turning slow Cocoa on the cab heater, with nowhere left to go It's a little bit of heaven in a battered pickup truck Cocoa on the cab heater, and I'm glad I'm out of luck Sometimes you lose the thread of it, the miles all run to gray And then a sweet small moment takes the tiredness away A song comes on the radio, soft as a lullaby I leave the dome light burning for the next one passing by Cocoa on the cab heater, the whole world turning slow Cocoa on the cab heater, with nowhere left to go It's a little bit of heaven in a battered pickup truck Cocoa on the cab heater, and I'm glad I'm out of luck Rest your eyes a minute, the road will wait for you Night drivers, take your comfort where the small things come through Cocoa on the cab heater, the whole world turning slow Cocoa on the cab heater, with nowhere left to go It's a little bit of heaven in a battered pickup truck Cocoa on the cab heater, and I'm glad I'm out of luck Nowhere left to go Nowhere left to go