from Turning Point

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(Spoken)

In the deep of the darkest night

There's a beacon of yellow light



(singing)

At the Waffle House

At the edge of the dark abyss

The confusion decends like this

Just deeper and denser



At the Waffle House

After the midnight hour

Scraping the eggs and flour

From the napkin dispenser



(Refrain)

And we who run from our homes

When the silence of sorrow

Won't leave us alone

And we who are out there this late

Be it heartbreak or highway

Or some altered state

When it's time that we slow up

And wrap both our hands around our cup

And stay until the feeling goes

As long as there are broken hearts and dreams

And all of that highway in between

The waffle house will never close



At the Waffle House

Under the cobalt sky

The drivers with bloodshot eyes



At the Waffle House

If you're facing some bitter truth

We'll save you a window booth

And we will be waiting



When you run from your home

When the silence of sorrow won't leave you alone

When you are out there this late

Be it heart break or highway or some altered state

When it's time that you slow up

And wrap both your hands around your cup

And stay until the feeling goes

As long at there are broken hearts and dreams

And all of that highway in between

The Waffle House will never close



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