The Last Real Diner

An Original Song By: Amy Alls

At the end of this road
Is the only real diner left in the world
Where the coffee is endless and
The waitress’s fingers are stained from
The ink of a pen

At the end of this road
Is the only real diner you’ll see for miles
Where the steam from the coffee
Mingles with the smoke in the air and the memories
From days gone by

Pretend that yesterday
Hasn’t gone away and
Everything’s just as before
When you paid at the counter
Left the tip on the table and
Smiled as you walked out the door

At the end of this road
Is the only real diner I’ve found
With tables in gingham and
The bright neon sign in the window
Says “OPEN” year round

Pretend that yesterday
Hasn’t gone away and
Everything’s just as before
When you paid at the counter
Left the tip on the table and
Smiled as you walked out the door

At the end of this road
Is the only real diner left in the world
Where the coffee is endless and
The waitress’s fingers are stained from
The ink of a pen