Exit 8, small cafe
Georgia moonlight
It's three a.m.
I've been driving all night
Got 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 all right'
She said 'tired?'
I said 'I'm a little bit unstable'
She said 'Honey, I will help you if I'm able
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 all right'
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 all right'
Exit 8, small cafe
Georgia moonlight
It's eight a.m.
She says 'I've been drinking all night
And there is nothing I will not do to make it all right'
She said 'We're open all night
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be all right'