There was $8.35 cents in the tip jar
And a note on a napkin from some lady named Flo
The bar is closed out and the band has been paid
And home is the only place I want to go
But I'm stuck at a stoplight
Three hours past midnight
Waiting for my luck to change
Some Billy Ray Cyrus is blasting out of the speakers
From a hot country station at the end of the dial
It just started raining and my wipers are streaking
And all I can manage is a frustrated smile
Because I'm stuck at a stoplight
Three hours past midnight
Waiting for my luck to change
If I can keep my eyes open I might catch a break
Instead of just trying to get by
If I could hold my head up and just wait my turn
Who knows how I high I could fly?
An old troubadour told me back when I first started
"You gotta do it for love or you won't do it long."
And after all of these years I think I proved what he was saying
But sometimes I wonder if this love's done me wrong
When I'm stuck at a stoplight
Three hours past midnight
Waiting for my luck to change
When I'm stuck at a stoplight
Three hours past midnight
Hoping my luck's going to change
