(Verse 1) Bass is thumping right through the floor, Sweat is dripping by the VIP door. Strobe lights flashing, losing track of time, Chasing shadows to a heavy-metal rhyme. Feet are aching, makeup starting to smear, Whispering secrets that nobody should hear. DJ's spinning till the lights come up, Drain the last drops from a plastic cup. (Chorus) From the club to the booth in the dead of the night, Neon signs glowing in the amber light. Scattered notes on a paper menu spine, Waffle House counter where the grease lights shine. Smothered, covered, hash browns on the grill, At three in the morning when the city stands still. (Verse 2) Stumbling outside into the cool night breeze, Laughing so hard that I'm weak at the knees. Sliding into vinyl in the corner booth, Eating midnight waffles while we tell the truth. Waitress pouring coffee in a chipped white mug, Giving every stranger such a tired shrug. Jukebox playing something from a decade past, Hoping that this moment's gonna somehow last. (Chorus) From the club to the booth in the dead of the night, Neon signs glowing in the amber light. Scattered notes on a paper menu spine, Waffle House counter where the grease lights shine. Smothered, covered, hash browns on the grill, At three in the morning when the city stands still. (Bridge) Glitter on my cheek, sugar on the plate, Wondering why we always stay out this late. A blur of basslines fading in the rear, Just the sound of laughter and a cup of cheer. (Outro) Check is on the table, time to head on home. Walking down the pavement in the dark alone. Scent of maple syrup sticking to my coat. Just another late night story to quote.
