The waitress is sliding down the wall You can see her chest rise and fall Her mascara runnin' thin And the payphone is swinging against the wall Don't ask her 'bout the call You know she only trying to begin again
And the manager is yelling Something about her hair being in her face Customer complainin' But he really has no case And the counterqueens don't even lookup from their magazines But oh and the waitress oh she stares straight ahead Saying something she never said
And the waitress has them backing Has them backing against the all til they white in the face She got 'em going now oh them praying But they never know of the role they play And the manager is quiet as she fumbles with the drawer No he said no he said You will never get away with this No she said You will never get away with this
Cause today when the door opens The rain slants in There's water all over the floor Busser waves to the meter maid Who don't waive back no more
We're all searching for something We'll all find a place to stay Though we may have next to nothing Oh lord we'll find a way