the bright yellow sign

it was around two in the morning
i was exhausted and sweaty
i had six dollars in change
and i pulled into the waffle
the bright yellow sign drew me...

as i walked in, i smelt it
that wonderful smell of grease
and flour and teenagers smoking
it was around two in the morning
the bright yellow sign drew me...

i sat down, and the table is sticky
with the syrup of the last customer
there's nick. i order the usual
and start with a bacon sandwich.
that bright yellow sign threw me...

plate after plate, bowl after bowl.
i really think i'm done here
but i can't stand up just yet
i'm not ready for it just yet
that bright yellow sign threw me...

it was around three in the morning
as i staggered out the door
on the way to my car, grabbing a paper
and i think that this time i'm content
that the bright yellow sign was right...


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart