Sunshine Diner

gospel blues, soulful acoustic ballad, americana

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Pulled off the highway at half-past three
The weight of the highway was wearing on me
Fog on the windshield, a chill in the air. When a neon sign flickering looked like a prayer
I stepped through the door, heard the chime on the bell. To a place where the broken and tired sit a spell. Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner
Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet
Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted
Come dust the midnight off of your feet
Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry
Right here under the neon sky.  The man at the counter, he smiled and he said,
"I've got a seat for you, go right ahead."
He didn't ask questions about where I had been
Just poured out a fresh one and smiled once again. It’s more than just water, it’s more than just bread. It’s the first time in days I feel whole in my head. Some people call it a roadside grace
A little bit of heaven in an everyday place
Whatever you call it, I know what I found
A little bit of holy on ordinary ground. Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner
Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet
Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted
Come dust the midnight off of your feet
Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry
Right here under the neon sky. There’s a jar on the counter where the wildflowers sit
Bringing color alive, every beautiful bit
A gift for the room, with a packet of seeds
For the cracks in the highway or wherever there’s needs
She said, "Scatter the faith when the winter is done, Every root in the dark's reaching up for the sun." Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner
Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet
Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted
Come dust the midnight off of your feet
Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry
Right here under the neon sky.

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Pulled off the highway at half-past three The weight of the highway was wearing on me Fog on the windshield, a chill in the air. When a neon sign flickering looked like a prayer I stepped through the door, heard the chime on the bell. To a place where the broken and tired sit a spell. Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted Come dust the midnight off of your feet Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry Right here under the neon sky. The man at the counter, he smiled and he said, "I've got a seat for you, go right ahead." He didn't ask questions about where I had been Just poured out a fresh one and smiled once again. It’s more than just water, it’s more than just bread. It’s the first time in days I feel whole in my head. Some people call it a roadside grace A little bit of heaven in an everyday place Whatever you call it, I know what I found A little bit of holy on ordinary ground. Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted Come dust the midnight off of your feet Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry Right here under the neon sky. There’s a jar on the counter where the wildflowers sit Bringing color alive, every beautiful bit A gift for the room, with a packet of seeds For the cracks in the highway or wherever there’s needs She said, "Scatter the faith when the winter is done, Every root in the dark's reaching up for the sun." Meet me down at the Sunshine Diner Where the light is warm and the coffee is sweet Pull up a booth for the heavy-hearted Come dust the midnight off of your feet Oh, the cup keeps running over, the table is spread. Washing the shadows right out of your head. You fill me up when my well is running dry Right here under the neon sky.

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