Lyrics
[Nylon Guitar & Rhodes Intro]
A cardboard cup with plastic lid intact,
bought hours back at the twenty-four hour pump.
[Verse 1]
The roasted smell is comforting and mild,
the dark brew cool against the plastic rim.
I take a sip beneath the streetlamp dim,
and smile at how the worry was beguiled.
The glovebox latch is clicked and firmly shut,
the roadmap folded neatly on the floor.
I have no need for compasses tonight,
no closing of a door.
[Pre-Chorus]
The quiet heater hums against my knees,
the steering column warm beneath my grip.
I watch the fog curl up along the trees,
and take another sip.
[Chorus]
Cold coffee in the cupholder.
A faithful friend through every quiet turn,
no bitter ache that used to sting and burn.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
cold coffee in the cupholder.
[Verse 2]
The radio plays old acoustic folk,
a fingerpicking pattern from the past.
I hum the harmony without the words,
and let the moment last.
The hillside road begins to curve and rise,
above the rooftops sleeping down below.
I see the constellation of the town,
in its untroubled glow.
[Chorus]
Cold coffee in the cupholder.
A faithful friend through every quiet turn,
no bitter ache that used to sting and burn.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
cold coffee in the cupholder.
[Bridge]
Oh, sometimes the simplest things are full of grace,
a cup of coffee and an open lane.
To know that I am master of my peace,
beyond the former pain.
[Chorus]
Cold coffee in the cupholder.
A faithful friend through every quiet turn,
no bitter ache that used to sting and burn.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
cold coffee in the cupholder.
[Acoustic Guitar Outro]
A cardboard cup with plastic lid intact...
Cold coffee in the cupholder.
[Fade Out]
[End]