Exit 8, small cafe, Georgia moonlight

It's three a.m, and I've been driving all night

She had a funny air, red-brown hair in the porch light

She said 'We're open all night

So won't you come inside?

It's gonna be alright"

She said, "Tired?"

I said, "I'm a little bit unstable"

She said 'Honey, I will help you if I'm able

See, there's a bottle of relief upon the table

And we're open all night

So won't you come inside?

It's gonna be alright"

She said, "I was born the year the rockets landed

Circa 1969 and I got stranded

Yeah, but the comet's getting close

And I can't stand it."

She said, "We're open all night

So won't you come inside?

It's gonna be alright"

Exit 8, small cafe, Georgia moonlight

It's eight a.m, and I've been drinking all night

There is nothing I will not do to make it alright

She said 'We're open all night

So won't you come inside?

It's gonna be alright"