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"