Exit 8. Small cafe. Georgia moonlight. It's three a.m.. I've been driving all night. Got a funny air. Red-brown hair. In the porch light. She said "We're open all night. So won't you come inside. It's gonna be all right". She said "tired?". I said "I'm a little bit unstable". She said "Honey I will help you if I'm able. There's a bottle of relief upon the table. And we're open all night. So won't you come inside. It's gonna be all right". She said "I was born the year the rockets landed. Circa 1969 and I got stranded. Yeah but the comet's getting close. And I can't stand it.". She said "We're open all night. So won't you come inside". Exit A. Small cafe. Smoke at three. Georgia moonlight. It's eight a.m.. I've been drinking all night. And there is nothing I will not do to make it all right. She said "We're open all night. So won't you come inside. It's gonna be all right"