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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