Waffle HouseE

(three a.m.) (mm)

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Back booth!

That's where you tell me the whole truth

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Yellow light!

You ain't gotta be fine for me tonight

Scattered, smothered, covered, cryin' in your food

I ain't goin' nowhere. I ain't in a mood.

Candler Road, the one by the Chevron, you know it

Miss Denise on the grill, she don't write it, she just know it (hey baby)

You in my hoodie with the mascara runnin'

Tellin' me your daddy called and he ain't say nothin' (nothin')

Just breathed on the phone. Eleven years late.

And you don't know if that's a door or that's bait.

I don't got the answer. I got a fork and a ear.

Eat somethin'. Talk slow. I'm right here.

Dude at the counter fightin' with the jukebox

Somebody's prom date sleepin' in a tux

And it's us. In the ugliest light that they make.

And you still the prettiest thing in this place.

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Back booth!

That's where you tell me the whole truth

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Yellow light!

You ain't gotta be fine for me tonight

Anybody love you at the rooftop in the dress

I want the three a.m. you, the hair-tied, the mess (that one)

I want the you that snort when you laugh too hard

I want the you that's scared and still playin' the card

My pops wasn't there, so I know how that ring

A phone call can undo a whole lotta healin'

But you ain't gotta do that math by yourself

I'll sit in this booth till they put us on the shelf

Miss Denise said "y'all been here since two"

I said "ma'am, I'll be here till she through."

Refill... (refill)

Take your time... (your time)

Sun comin' up.

(I AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE!)

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Back booth!

That's where you tell me the whole truth

Waffle House! (three a.m.) Yellow light!

You ain't gotta be fine for me tonight

Scattered, smothered, covered, cryin' in your food

I'll be the one who stayed. That's the whole move.