They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette
Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant in "this man's army"
He was old and crusty

She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was a dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with gravy
Hair black and wavy
Brilliantine slick, a pot - cleaning dandy
He was young and randy, yeah

Day to day, to day... today
Then they were old, their lives wasted away
Month to month, and year to year
They all run together, all run together
Time measured by peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall

They all sat together in the empty diner
Filled with cracked china
Old news was blowing across the filthy floor
And the sign on the door read (sign on the door read) "this way out"
That's all it said
That's all it said
Oh, that's all it said