Friday Night Diner

Five hundred miles of white lines behind me

And a cold autumn rain on the glass

But that glowing yellow sign on the highway

Makes the heavy hours fly by so

fast

She's got a fresh pot of coffee waiting

And a smile that clears up the sky

I order the pie I don't even want

Just to look in those green-speckled eyes

Oh, it's a Friday night,

diner booth heaven With the jukebox playing so low

(mmmmm) I'm just a highway man

counting down minutes To the sweetest hello that I know

She wipes down the counter and asks of my travels

And I tell her about the state line

But all that I'm thinking is how can I ask her To

ride in this old cab of mine

Oh, it's a Friday night,

diner booth heaven With the jukebox playing so low (yeah,

so low) I'm just a highway man

counting down minutes To the sweetest hello that I know

Just a highway man...

And my Friday night heaven...