Story Behind The Song
									Observations of people in an all night diner
																
																	Song Description
									All night diners provide many things: coffee, food, shelter, a canvas for this song
								 								
								
								
									
										
											
											
																							| Song Length | 
												5:42 | 
																								Genre | 
												Unique - Soundtracks | 
																									
																								| Tempo | 
												Slow (71 - 90) | 
																								Lead Vocal | 
												Male Vocal | 
																									
																								| Mood | 
												 Passive | 
																								Subject | 
												 Tomorrow | 
																									
																								| Language | 
												English | 
																								Era | 
												2000 and later | 
																									
																						
									
								 
								
								
																Lyrics
								
									Ships           J.M Robley
             Nicotine stains on the bloodshot cowboy
             Fumbles for a lucky strike
             Out of matches
             Out of luck
   No place to stay the night 
Bargain store smile on a low rent hustler
Hitting on some local guy
Smell of whisky
Smell of fear
Her chance has passed her by 
Nocturnal waifs, homeless hard luck stories
Huddled snug in their overcoats
The late shift flunkies
Caffeine junkies
Life's debris sinks or floats
Chorus:
             Every face tells a story
             Every sigh, every grin
             Life passes away
             The time of day
             While they're waiting for their ships to come in 
  Vietnam vet hides his war wounds within
  Struggles for a reason why
  Out of answers
  Out of work
  No tears there left to cry    
Fugitive stares out an undressed window
             Neon bleeds the pavement red
             Tired of running
             Tired of life
 Too tired to go to bed
             
Chorus:
             Every face tells a story
             Every sigh, every grin
             Life passes away
             The time of day
             While they're waiting for their ships to come in
             
Bridge:
             'In The Wee Small Hours All Nite Diner'
             Just the wrong side of the tracks
             It's a refuge for the cold and the lonely
             It's a haven for insomniacs 
             Every face tells a story
             Every sigh, every grin
             Life passes away
             The time of day
             While we're waiting for our ships to come in
             We're all waiting... for our ships to come in