Last Call at Dawn

Five AM on the interstate

The neon sign is flickering low You pour the dark roast in

my mug And ask how far I have to go

You know every driver by their first name And exactly how they

take their tea But you always save the freshest pot And a

quiet booth for me

Another shift is starting up The gravel road is turning gray I

see your big rig in the lot Before you head down to

the bay

Eleven years of pouring cups

Eleven years of passing through Just watching headlights fade away And wishing

I could roll with you

But today

is different

The highway can wait a day or two (yeah)

It's been eleven years of coffee

And thousands of miles on the road

But the county fair is starting up tonight Let's drop this heavy

load No more waving from the diner window No more driving in

the rain

Just you and me on the Ferris wheel And no more highway

pain

I bought two tickets yesterday

I already have my boots on

No more leaving you behind

When the night is gone (ooh-ooh)

It's been eleven years of coffee

And thousands of miles on the road

But the county fair is starting up tonight Let's drop this heavy

load

No more waving from the diner window No more driving in the

rain

Just you and me on the Ferris wheel And no more highway

pain

Eleven years of coffee (mmmmm) And now we're finally on our way