Calling a stranger across town on your phone -
Calling some stranger to "Yes, take me home."
His evening song lingered, his laugh echoed still
And you wish you had dared to say "Yes, yes I will."
She's an all-night suicidal murderous waitress
In a diner serving hash at three in the morning
She's not really working but they still provide
An order pad, a uniform, and a knife -
She always has an apron just to wipe her hands
Of people who come into her life an hour or two at a time
They never knew they were taking such a chance with her
With the three A.M. suicidal murderous waitress
Getting home alone with her eyes not let go -
What was it she said that she liked over and o'er?
Her presence glowed an alloy, molten metal that shone
And you walked away now, how did you guess wrong?
He's a harmless psychotic musician on the curb
Singing lullabies to whoever stops to listen
He thought he was ready, ready for the big time
With an amplifier, a microphone, and guitar
A bottle to wash away all the disappointments
Of a hundred different stages that never seemed to grow
Past a thinning crowd of people who paid to see a star
Not a harmless psychotic singer on the curb
Calling a stranger all the way across town
On your phone in the middle of the night
