Waffle House (Live)

Written by:David Wilcox

Waffle House (Live)- David Wilcox

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 when you 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

I'm in the waffle house will never close