Miranda works the late night counter
In a joint called Betty's Diner
Chrome and checkered tablecloths

One steamy windowpane
She got the job that shaky fall
And after hours she'll write till dawn

With a nod and smile she serves them all



Ch: Here we are all in one place
The wants and wounds of the human race
Despair and hope sit face to face

When you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind
Eggs and toast like bread and wine

She's heard it all so she don't mind



Arthur lets his earl grey steep
Since April it's been hard to sleep
You know they tried most everything

Yet it took her in the end
Kevin tests new saxophones
But swears he's leaving quality control

For the Chicago scene, or New Orleans
Where they still play righteous horns


Ch: Here we are all in one place
The wants and wounds of the human race
Despair and hope sit face to face

When you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind
Eggs and toast like bread and wine

She's heard it all so she don't mind



Jack studies here after work
To get past high school he's the first
And his large hands seem just as comfortable

With a hammer or a pen
Emma leaned and kissed his cheek
And when she did his knees got weak

Miranda smiles at Em and winks

Ch: Here we are all in one place

The wants and wounds of the human race
Despair and hope sit face to face
When you come in from the cold

Let her fill your cup with something kind
Eggs and toast like bread and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind


B: You never know who'll be your witness
You never know who grants forgiveness

Look to heaven or sit with us

Diedra bites her lip and frowns

She works the Stop and Go downtown
She's pretty good at the crossword page
She paints her eyes blue black

Tristan comes along sometimes
Small for his age and barely five
But she loves him like a mamma lion


Veda used to drink a lot
Almost lost it all before she stopped

Comes in at night with her friend Mike
Who runs the crisis line
Michael toured Saigon and back

Hair the color of smoke and ash
Heads are bowed and hands are clasped
One more storm has passed


Ch: Here we are all in one place
The wants and wounds of the human race

Despair and hope sit face to face
When you come in from the cold
Let her fill your cup with something kind
Eggs and toast like bread and wine
She's heard it all so she don't mind