Two Cups and a Candle at Three A.M.

Lyrics

Three in the morning, the diner's half-lit
Waitress knows my name
I used to be here on a haul at this hour
Now I'm here for the game
No schedule, no dispatcher
No load that has to roll
Just a slice of peach pie and my wife across the booth
And a warm and easy soul

So pour me another, Betty, and let it be slow
There's nowhere on this earth that I need to go
Thirty years of three a.m. alone
Now there's two cups and a candle in a booth I call home
Hold me close, let the old jukebox play
The long night's a friend now, not a thing in my way

She slides a fork across the table
Steals a bite of mine
Says Frank, you look ten years younger
I say it's the neon shine
We used to talk by telephone
From a thousand miles apart
Now I'm close enough to watch her laugh
And it's the sweetest part

So pour me another, Betty, and let it be slow
There's nowhere on this earth that I need to go
Thirty years of three a.m. alone
Now there's two cups and a candle in a booth I call home
Hold me close, let the old jukebox play
The long night's a friend now, not a thing in my way

Rain on the window, rain on the lot
Rain on the rigs that I used to drive
I tip my hat to the boys still out there
Keep the shiny side up and stay alive

She hums along to a song we danced to
Back when we were new
Her hand in mine is a map I know
Every line and every view
The sky goes gray, the cook flips the sign
The first trucks start to roll
And I'm warm and slow and finally home
With nothing left to hold

So pour me another, Betty, and let it be slow
There's nowhere on this earth that I need to go
Thirty years of three a.m. alone
Now there's two cups and a candle in a booth I call home
Hold me close, let the old jukebox play
The long night's a friend now, not a thing in my way

Not a thing in my way
Not a thing in my way