Maggie's Dream

Maggie's up each morning at four am

By five at the counter at the diner

Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in

As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina

Maggie's been a waitress here most all her life

Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet

The mountains around Ashville she's never seen the other side

Closer now to fifty than to forty

Maggie's never had a love

She said she's never had enough

Time to let a man into her life

Aw but Maggie has a dream

She's had since she was seventeen

To find a husband and be a wife

Maggie knows the truckers most by first name

What they'll have to say and what they'll order

And they take her in their stories to places far away

And leave her with the dishes, dreams and quarters

And she relies upon the jukebox on the lonely afternoon

When the business starts to slow down she plays the saddest tunes

And she stares off down the highway and she wonders where it goes

Nobody to go home to and it's almost time to close