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