Booth Number Four

[Intro]
[Verse]
Wiping down the Formica blue
Coffee’s black and the morning’s new
Found a scrap of paper torn
In a corner where the wood is worn
Handwriting shaky, ink a little pale
Telling a secret, starting a tale
[Pre-Chorus]
Finger traces every curve
Feeling every bit of nerve
Written in a booth back then
Waiting to be read again
[Chorus]
Oh, let the ghosts stay
In the booths where they play
A promise kept in a quiet seat
Where the bitter and the sweet meet
Just a note from a long-gone hand
In this dusty, holy land
Yeah, the stories never leave
They’re the magic we believe
[Post-Chorus]
In the booth number four
By the kitchen door
[Verse]
He was probably headed for the coast
She was the one he loved the most
“Meet me where the willow swings”
Thinking ‘bout those simple things
A summer night in sixty-five
When being young felt so alive
[Pre-Chorus]
Paper yellowed like the sun
Before the working day is done
I can almost hear them laugh
On this lonely, gravel path
[Chorus]
Oh, let the ghosts stay
In the booths where they play
A promise kept in a quiet seat
Where the bitter and the sweet meet
Just a note from a long-gone hand
In this dusty, holy land
Yeah, the stories never leave
They’re the magic we believe
[Bridge]
The paint might peel away
And the sky might turn to gray
But the heart don't forget the light
In the middle of the night
Yeah, we’re all just passing through
Looking for a love that’s true
[Verse]
I fold it back and tuck it deep
A little secret I will keep
Someone else will find it soon
Underneath a neon moon
The diner hums a steady tune
In the middle of the afternoon
[Chorus]
Oh, let the ghosts stay
In the booths where they play
A promise kept in a quiet seat
Where the bitter and the sweet meet
Just a note from a long-gone hand
In this dusty, holy land
Yeah, the stories never leave
They’re the magic we believe
[Post-Chorus]
They never leave us
No, they never leave
In the booth number four
By the kitchen door
[Outro]