Track 3 of the album Lift the Lamps · 2016
The Canteen Never Closes
“The canteen at half past two, kettle clicking, everyone a little punchy. We kept the arrangement low and smooth like the hour.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · choral soul · 3:43
Lyrics
Half past two and the vending machine hums A kettle clicks on and the night shift comes Tea in a mug with a chip on the rim A biscuit passed over and a quiet little grin Tired feet, tired eyes But look who's waiting, look who's by The canteen never closes, the lights stay warm A table for the weary in the heart of the storm We swap our small stories, we stir our sweet tea Someone saved a seat for me The canteen never closes A porter does a dance with a mop in his hand A nurse slips off her shoes and she wiggles her toes The cook slides a plate with a wink and a nod Toast and a laugh and a little less hard Tired feet, tired eyes But look who's waiting, look who's by The canteen never closes, the lights stay warm A table for the weary in the heart of the storm We swap our small stories, we stir our sweet tea Someone saved a seat for me The canteen never closes Clink and hum, the night rolls on Cheers to the ones who keep on going on Every shift has its golden hour Found in the steam of a mug and a shower of light The canteen never closes, the lights stay warm A table for the weary in the heart of the storm We swap our small stories, we stir our sweet tea Someone saved a seat for me The canteen never closes Someone saved a seat for me