Truckstop Souvenir: Music

Two a.m.
At the all night franchise diner
Regulation coffee
Bitter like hellfire
Oh, the lights in this place
Are way too god-damn bright
How’d we’d find ourselves in here
In the middle of the night?

And there at table seven
Angel comes to call
Ain’t exactly manna from heaven
But we don’t mind at all.

A few more borrowed moments
A few more cigarettes
Stealing time from the light of day
Hedging all our bets
Am I drunk from whiskey
Or am I drunk from beer
Or am I drunk from the blessing
Of loving without fear.

And there at table seven
Angel comes to call
Ain’t exactlymanna from heaven
But we don’t mind at all.