The waitress is sliding down the wall 

You can see her chest rise and fall 

Her mascara runnin' thin 

And the payphone is swinging against the wall 

Don't ask her 'bout the call 

You know she only trying to begin again 



And the manager is yelling 

Something about her hair being in her face 

Customer complainin' 

But he really has no case 

And the counterqueens don't even lookup from their magazines 

But oh and the waitress oh she stares straight ahead 

Saying something she never said 



And the waitress has them backing 

Has them backing against the all til they white in the face 

She got 'em going now oh them praying 

But they never know of the role they play 

And the manager is quiet as she fumbles with the drawer 

No he said no he said 

You will never get away with this 

No she said 

You will never get away with this 



Cause today when the door opens 

The rain slants in 

There's water all over the floor 

Busser waves to the meter maid 

Who don't waive back no more 



We're all searching for something 

We'll all find a place to stay 

Though we may have next to nothing 

Oh lord we'll find a way