I needed to hear old familiar jukebox music
I needed to hear a sweet voice call me 'Hon’'
I needed the comfort of scrambled eggs with cheese
I needed scattered hash browns, golden like the midday sun
I needed to commiserate with fellow late-night travelers
I needed to watch the grill-man send smoke signals into the night
I needed to smile across the room to a weary stranger
I needed a warm hearted waitress to make my burden feel light
I needed somebody to really care if I was hungry
I needed somebody who was concerned if my cup was full
I needed to be seated in a clean booth way in the back
I needed to take a break from this great burden I pull
I needed fresh syrup on my table without asking for it
If I asked for it, I needed strawberry jelly if I so desired
I needed somebody to ask 'Are you doin’ okay tonight Hon’? ? ? ? '
I needed to feel like somebody cared, even if nobody inquired
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