Miranda works the late night counter, in a joint called Betty's
Diner
Chrome and checkered tablecloths and one steamy windowpane
She got the job that shaky fall, and after hours she'll write till
dawn
With a nod and smile she serves them all
Here we are all in one place, the wants and wounds of the
human race
Despair and hope sit face to face when you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind, eggs and toast like bread
and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind
Arthur lets his earl grey steep, since April it's been hard to sleep
You know they tried most everything, yet it took her in the end
Kevin tests new saxophones, but swears he's leaving quality
control
For the Chicago scene, or New Orleans, where they still play
righteous horns
Here we are all in one place, the wants and wounds of the
human race
Despair and hope sit face to face when you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind, eggs and toast like bread
and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind
Jack studies here after work, to get past high school he's the first
His big hands look comfortable with a hammer or a pen
Emma leaned and kissed his cheek, and when she did his knees
got weak
Miranda smiles at Em and winks
Here we are all in one place, the wants and wounds of the
human race
Despair and hope sit face to face when you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind, eggs and toast like bread
and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind
You never know who'll be your witness
You never know who grants forgiveness
Look to heaven or sit with us
Diedra bites her lip and frowns, she works the Stop n Go
downtown
She's pretty good at the crossword page, and she paints her eyes
blue black
Tristan comes along sometimes, small for his age and barely five
But she loves him like a mamma lion
Veda used to drink a lot, almost lost it all before she stopped
Comes in at night with her friend Mike who runs the crisis line
Michael toured Saigon and back, hair the color of smoke and ash
Their heads are bowed and hands are clasped, one more storm
has passed
Here we are all in one place, the wants and wounds of the
human race
Despair and hope sit face to face when you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind, eggs and toast like bread
and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind