It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe. The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play. And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay.
Does anyone know of a girl who might like a tired old boy on a rusty old bike. Who just pulled in today from the Florida Glades. And just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile.