Midnight at the truck stop, the coffee's black as sin
Midnight at the truck stop, the diesel's wearin' thin
Midnight at the truck stop, Mara pours the wine
Midnight at the truck stop, the neon spells "Be Mine"
Be mine
Be mine
There's a man at the counter with a Bible and a bruise
He says the Lord's been busy, got some other news to choose
There's a daughter on a payphone, "Daddy, please come home"
There's a trucker in the corner who just wants to be alone
Just wants to be alone, just wants to be alone
And the waitress keeps on smilin' like she's heard it all before
And the bell above the door keeps knockin' on the floor
And the only song they want is
Midnight at the truck stop, the coffee's black as sin
Midnight at the truck stop, the diesel's wearin' thin
Midnight at the truck stop, Mara pours the wine
Midnight at the truck stop, the neon spells "Be Mine"
Mine
Be mine
The man in the booth pulls out a Polaroid
It's a wedding, it's a daughter, it's a canyon, it's a void
He says, "I left her in the summer of '56"
He says, "Copper Canyon took the part of me she couldn't fix"
Couldn't fix, couldn't fix, couldn't fix
Now Mara wipes the counter, and she hums a song I know
The one my mother used to sing in '56, long ago
And the truck stop keeps the secrets of the men who disappear
And the highway takes 'em all before the morning gets here
Before the morning gets here, Mara, before the morning gets here
Midnight at the truck stop, the coffee's black as sin
Midnight at the truck stop, the diesel's wearin' thin
Midnight at the truck stop, Mara pours the wine
Midnight at the truck stop, the neon spells "Be Mine"