I slide into the corner where the stories all collide
Cracked red leather,
still warm from nights we've cried
Mirror jukebox whispers of what's been lost and found
This booth ain't just vinyl,
it's holy ground
Feel the buzz,
feel the hum where the coffee flows
Under neon dreams where the true heart shows
Every laugh,
every tear, it's the sacred truth
Life's written in grease on this diner booth
Beat up menus,
tell tales of time and trust Lipstick
kissed mugs collecting powdered dust
Waitress wisdom served with a no grin This
booth's a temple where the sermons begin
Fries on the table like restless thoughts
Love
and ketchup mix like battles fought
Our
anthem's home comes from spinning plates
In the diner booth where destiny waits
Feel the buzz,
feel the hum where the coffee flows Under neon
dreams where the true heart shows Every laugh,
every tear,
it's the sacred truth Life's written in grease on this diner booth
Think of forks like guitars in a solo fight
Each bite a memory cut from the jukebox light
We come to confess,
to unfold and to grow In the red embrace of the corner glow
Feel the buzz,
feel the hum where the coffee flows
Under
neon dreams where the true heart shows Every laugh,
every tear,
it's the sacred truth
Life's written in grease on this diner booth