The Wafflehouse

At the Wafflehouse
At the edge of the dark abyss
When confusion descends like this
Deeper and denser
At the Wafflehouse
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,
We wrap both our hands around our cup
and stay until the feeling goes
As long there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the Wafflehouse will never close
At the Wafflehouse
Under these colbalt skies
Drivers with bloodshot eyes
Hallucinating
At the Wafflehouse
If you're facing some bitter truth
We'll save you a window booth
and we will be waiting
For you
when you run from your homes
when the silence of sorrow
won't leave you alone
And you
When you're out here this late
Be it heartbreak or highway
or some altered state
When its time that you slow up
you wrap both your hands around your cup
and stay until the feeling goes
As long as there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the Wafflehouse will never close
I mean the wafflehouse will never close.