He stepped into, that neon lit café
Mountain mist cascading, stranger by the way
A wandering stranger from the strangeness of the day
Waitress smiling, showed him all her teeth
He ordered coffee, she glanced down at his feet
Hard roads travelled, to saving grace,
And sweet release.

Heaven’s dancing across the tree tops
Every move you make is a dice that rolls
You’ll find you’re gambling with your eyelids
You can lose your heart, and gain your soul

Waitress humming to a distant, radio serenade
Her child comes running, showing what he’s made
She’s always been leaving, still, somehow she’s stayed
He flicks a cigarette, into the blaze
There’s a trail of smoke, just drifting ‘cross the day
He slowly smiles,
And turns the other way

The fires speaking, back in tongues
There is no song left unsung
There is no masterpiece left unhung
A story is told, by every shadow cast
As the young boy stares into the fire and laughs,
He sees everything changing,
Says, “ain’t nothing going to last”

He sees Heaven dancing across the tree tops
He knows every move made is a dice that rolls
When you know your gambling with your eyelids
You might lose your heart, but gain your soul.