Last Supper at Denny’s [Radio Edit] lyrics

Ord’nary seeker; seekin’ nothin’ but an ord’nary soul
Any meeker? Might just burn my pot a hot, coffee-sodden hole
Folksy singer? Singein’ nothin’ but a country-singa’s woes
Pull my finger? Sip me by the cup like I’m a smoky puff of Joe

You called me in between
(Applyin’ for health care)
And scrapin’ the gutters for jobs
“Let’s go somewhere nice,” you said
And I said, “Easier said than done”
(I didn’t know that jacket)
I hadn’t met your shoes
All I knew for sure that night
Was the pallor in the eyes you wore

Strange are the smoke puffs
That light up your face scruff
Your eyеs like an old brother’s
Our last supper at Dеnny’s
(Just to laugh, every once in a while…)

Burnt was the French toast
Gruff was our meek host
Your eyes like a true brother’s
Our last supper at Denny’s
(Just to sigh, every once in a while…)
[Sad banjo melody.]

[spoken]
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s?”

Drove all night, just to find an ol’ livin’ room I knew
Eyes on you, how your mind kept strummin’ mine anew
Like an ol’ Easter buddy, runnin’ through simplicities true
Tripped on gravel; bro, why you cryin’ like it’s almost through?

I caught you in between
(Lightin’ the world on fire)
And losin’ custody of your family of two
“Let’s go somewhere, kid,” you said
And I said: “Easier meek than won”
(I didn’t know your jacket)
Bro, I hadn’t met those shoes
All I knew for sure (that night)
Was the burden of the weights you bore

Strange were the smoke puffs
That lit up your face scruff
Your eyes like an old brother’s
’Twas our last dinner at Denny’s
(Just to laugh, every once in a while…)
Burnt was our French toast
Gruff was our kind host
Your eyes like a true brother’s
’Twas last supper at Denny’s
(Just to smile, every once in a while…)

[Sad banjo melody.]

[spoken]
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s?”

Highways float fates like modern-day rivers
Twilights know ev’ry lit-up Denny’s sign well (“Sir, this is a Wendy’s?”)
Motel nights with you; they’d ricket me shivers
Dim lights; strange blue, and you could hear all the ocean swell…
(“Sir: this is a Wendy’s?”)
(“Sir, this is a Wendy’s…”)
You’d leave like an Easter morning fades
The Easters of childhood; strange, churlish greens
Runnin’ like a forever-innocence… see?
White sun, ’twas a secret garden—(screams)
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s?”
Sir—“this”—is—a—“Wen-dy’s”…

[Sad banjo melody.]
Will we ever see each other again?
Or were we doomed to meet each other once
I wish I could live to see another day
With you, blank slate

Open the door
Footpath scraped clear of a foot o’ snow
Overcast winter
In the window of the diner, I stow
Leave a twenty
Winter haze in my windshield as I remember home
Was it Wendy’s?
Was it a Wendy’s or a Denny’s where we were last alone?

Strange were the smoke puffs
That lit up your face scruff
Your eyes like an old brother’s
’Twas our last dinner at Denny’s
(Just to laugh, every once in a while…)

Burnt was our French toast
Gruff was our kind host
Your eyes like a true brother’s
’Twas our last supper at Denny’s
(Just to smile, every once in a while…)

[Sad banjo melody.]

[spoken]
“One thing I’ll say is, I actually don’t know what’s going on except how funny my tweets are. That’s literally the only thing I understand about my messianic claim.”

[Banjo melody continues until fade-out.]