Hymn for a Café Whisper

Opening Verse
A young man rides down Route 2, Stevens Pass.
The world feels snow falling heavy; the bus moves slow through the night,
as he watches the world grow quiet.

Verse 1
The bus pulls up to a dive way up the hill.
Inside, he finds warmth, steaming black coffee, and egg  This is a moment of comfort,
a forgotten slice of life where time stands still.

Verse 2
A waitress moves with grace, almost timeless.
Her eyes hold a dark, sweet humor, and the fry cook laughs in steady rhythm.
They feel like fixtures of this place’
Jazz plays softly from a jukebox, weaving through the smoke in the air like threads.
In the back, a dishwasher cracks jokes, his rhythm blending with the music and setting.

Reflection
Outside, snow continues falling, a whispered hymn from the frozen sky.
The young man sips his coffee, soaking in the scene, swearing he could stay forever in this timeless lull.

Verse 3
The bus driver calls, breaking the spell.
The young man wants to linger, to hold onto the moment,
but reluctantly rises, and leaves feeling the memory slip
as he steps back onto the bus.

Verse 4
All this is time is tag,
The Bud is super nervous,
The Bud rides moment
Bud has his moment chops all the rest.

Is love, love a waste?

Chours
A waitress moves with grace, almost timeless.
Her eyes hold a dark, sweet humor, and the fry cook laughs in steady rhythm.
They feel like fixtures of this place’

Instrumental

Verse 5
As they drive down the snow-covered road,
he glimpses the diner in the rearview,
flickering in his mind like a black-and-white photo,
fading, half-real, like something from a dream.

Verse 6
With the hum of tires on snow, he closes his eyes,
holding onto the memory. Around him, passengers are lost in their own thoughts.
In the quiet, he hears the echo of jazz, like a secret hymn.

Ending Chorus
A dream, dream, dream, dream...dream

Outro
With the hum of tires on snow, he closes his eyes,
holding onto the memory. Around him, passengers are lost in their own thoughts.
In the quiet, he hears the echo of jazz, like a secret hymn.