Nighthawks at the diner,
Emma's 49er.
There's a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn at night.
All the tipsy hacks and the insomniacs,
And now the paper's been read.
Now the waitress says,
"Eggs and sausage and a side of toast,
Coffee and a roll. Hash browns over easy,
Chilli in a bowl with burgers and fries,
What kind of pie?"
It's a graveyard charade,
The late shift masquerade.
And it's 2 for a quarter, a dime for a dance.
Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance
Now the register rings,
Now the waitress sings;
"Eggs and sausage and a side of toast,
Coffee and a roll. Hash browns over easy,
Chilli in a bowl with burgers and fries,
What kind of pie?"
Now the classified section,
Offers no direction.
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud.
As the touch of your fingers
Lingers, burning in my memory.
I've been 86ed from your scheme
Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene.
Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair.
Now the lead pipe morning falls.
Now the waitress calls:
"Eggs and sausage, now a side of toast,
Coffee and a roll. Hash browns over easy,
Chilli in a bowl with burgers and fries,
Now what kind of pie?"
Alamo, if you will
Just come in and join the crowd.
Have some time to kill.
See I've just come in to join the crowd
Have some time to kill
Just come in and join the crowd.
Well I have some time to kill.
