Waiting on Morning

Verse 1

Quiet winters in the corner booth I'm waiting

She floats past, balancing the world in her hands

Notes of sugar, slightly trembling, hesitating

Every gentle gesture drawing lines in shifting sands

Pre-Chorus

Late night faces in the window

Paper napkin sketches show

A secret that the regulars know

But never let it slip outside

Chorus

She’s got a way of movin' through the shadows

Brings the coffee, brings a smile I can't outrun

I watch her spinning silver spoons, hand on the table

Somewhere between her laughter and the setting sun

Post-Chorus

Ooh, waiting on morning

Ooh, holding on to something

Verse 2

Pour another cup, night is over easy

Talking circles, hands are barely touching mine

Silver ring around her finger isn’t claiming

We’re both just strangers in the steam and neon signs

Pre-Chorus

Every story she’s reciting

Carries hope beneath the sighing

All the tired hearts confiding

In the curves of her reply

Chorus

She’s got a way of movin' through the shadows

Brings the coffee, brings a smile I can't outrun

I watch her spinning silver spoons, hand on the table

Somewhere between her laughter and the setting sun

Post-Chorus

Ooh, waiting on morning

Ooh, holding on to something

Bridge

Another faded check gets tucked behind the counter

She traces stories in the steam on midnight glass

Stolen glances say the things we never answer

Longing lingers in the quiet hours that pass

Chorus

She’s got a way of movin' through the shadows

Brings the coffee, brings a smile I can't outrun

I watch her spinning silver spoons, hand on the table

Somewhere between her laughter and the setting sun

Post-Chorus

Ooh, waiting on morning

Ooh, holding on to something

Post-Chorus

Ooh, waiting on morning

Ooh, holding on to something

Outro

Light from the doorway falls across her shoulder

One last look as she gathers up the keys

Moments linger in the hush before it’s over

With every step she takes, it’s like she's walking back to me

Outside the city slowly waking

I hear her laughter trace the dawn

Though she’s gone, this feeling’s aching

The memory of her stays on

Post-Chorus

Ooh, waiting on morning

Ooh, holding on to something