Behind the counter the waitress pours the coffee
Her smile is as warm as this Waffle House
She smacks her gum like she's speaking in tongues
And she's saying she'd rather be somewhere else
The cook wipes his hands on a dirty brown apron
Composes his head with a pocket comb
And the stale smoke hangs in the air
From a stampede of drunks who've all gone home
[Chorus:]
We break down the stage and carve our name into another night
I could say more than this postcard gives me room to write
Greetings from the edge of daylight
The edge of daylight
The truckers sit sipping their sleep away
Getting ready for the long haul
Clay orders his usual
[repeat chorus]
She starts to wipe the tables, he starts up the stove
And they fade into the unseen
And the fluorescent moon that hangs above us
Becomes the light by which we all dream (and we dream)
[repeat chorus]