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Miranda works the late night counterIn a joint called Betty's DinerChrome and checkered tableclothsOne steamy windowpaneShe got the job that shaky fallAnd after hours she'll write till dawnWith a nod and smile she serves them allHere we are all in one placeThe wants and wounds of the human raceDespair and hope sit face to faceWhen you come in from the coldLet her fill your cup with something kindEggs and toast like bread and wineShe's heard it all so she don't mindArthur lets his earl gray steepSince April it's been hard to sleepYou know they tried most everythingYet it took her in the endKevin tests new saxophonesBut swears he's leaving quality controlFor the Chicago scene, or New OrleansWhere they still play righteous hornsHere we are all in one placeThe wants and wounds of the human raceDespair and hope sit face to faceWhen you come in from the coldLet her fill your cup with something kindEggs and toast like bread and wineShe's heard it all so she don't mindJack studies here after workTo get past high school he's the firstAnd his large hands seem just as comfortableWith a hammer or a penEmma leaned and kissed his cheekAnd when she did his knees got weakMiranda smiles at 'em and winksHere we are all in one placeThe wants and wounds of the human raceDespair and hope sit face to faceWhen you come in from the coldLet her fill your cup with something kindEggs and toast like bread and wineShe's heard it all so she don't mindYou never know who'll be your witnessYou never know who grants forgivenessLook to heaven or sit with usDeidra bites her lip and frownsShe works the stop and go downtownShe's pretty good at the crossword pageAnd she paints her eyes blue blackTristan comes along sometimesSmall for his age and he's barely fiveBut she loves him like a mama lionVeda used to drink a lotAlmost lost it all before she stoppedComes in at night with her friend MikeWho runs the crisis lineMichael toured Saigon and backHair the color of smoke and ashTheir heads are bowed and hands are claspedOne more storm has passedHere we are all in one placeThe wants and wounds of the human raceDespair and hope sit face to faceWhen you come in from the coldLet her fill your cup with something kindEggs and toast like bread and wineShe's heard it all so she don't mind