The Waitress

She was tall, and always tired.
She worked the late shift at the all-night diner.
Years can fly by you in a place like this,
Waitin' for a perfect man,
And a perfect kiss.

Coffee cups, eggs, & sausage,
Steady hands, friendly smiles hold her hostage.
She traded her twenties for a job that never promised more,
Her dreams, they fell asleep on the top bunk,
And woke up on the floor.

There ain't no good life,
Ain't no hero,
Ain't no bad man out to get you.
There's just a tough job,
That'll swallow you,
In the dark end of another day.

She grew up in the west,
She grew up in the country.
Break away, long train, horses and hay.