in the deep of the darkest night
there's a beacon of yellow light
at the waffle house
at the edge of the dark abyss
when confusion descends like this
deeper and denser
at the waffle house
after the midnight hour
i am scraping the eggs and flour
from the napkin dispenser
where we who have run from our homes
when the silence of sorrow won't leave us alone
and we who are out here this late
be it heartbreak or highway
or some altered state
when it's time that we slow up
wrap both our hands around our cup
can stay until the feeling goes
as long as there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the waffle house will never close
at the waffle house
under these cobalt skies
the drivers with bloodshot eyes, hallucinating
at the waffle house
if you're facing some bitter truth
we'll save you a window booth
and we will be waiting
for you
when we you run from your home
when the silence of sorrow won't leave you alone
and you who are out here this late
be it heartbreak or highway
or some altered state
when it's time that you slow up
wrap both your hands around your cup
can stay until the feeling goes
as long as there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the waffle house will never close