in the deep of the darkest night there s a beacon of yellow light 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 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