Maggie's up each morning, 4 am
by 5 behind the counter at the diner,
her trucker friends out on the road
will soon be dropping in,
as the lights go on at Cafe Carolina.
Maggie's been a waitress here, most all her life
30 years of coffee cups and sore feet,
the mountains around Ashville,
she's never seen the other side
closer now to 50 than to 40
Maggie's never had love
she says she's never had enough
to let a man into her life
Oh, but Maggie has a dream
she's had since she was 17
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
Maggie's never had love,
she says she's never had enough
to let a man into her life
oh, but Maggie has a dream
she's had since she was 17
to find a husband and be a wife
and she relies upon the jukebox
on the lonely afternoons
when business starts to slow down
she plays the saddest tunes
and she stares off down the highway and wonders where it goes
with nobody to go home to
and it's almost time to close

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