Nighthawks at the diner
Of emmas 49er, theres a rendezvous
Of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
Now the papers been read
Now the waitress said
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?
In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
With woolworth rhinestone diamond
Earrings, and a sideways glance
And now the register rings
And now the waitress sings
(chorus)
The classified section offered no direction
Its a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
Ive been 86ed from your scheme
Im in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
Im a refugee from a disconcerted affair
As the lead pipe morning falls
And the waitress calls
(chorus)