A Little Three Light Town

Three in the morning 
All the traffic lights were green
In the little three light town. 
Every store was shuttered
Every door securely locked 
And the angels all look down.

Three more hours till sunup

When the coffee cups get filled

And Sarah will tie her apron on.

The papers have all been delivered

And eggs will be on the grill.

That’s when Sarah wishes she were gone.

Every morning’s the same

In her little three light town

Where every week’s focus is football.

The old men sit and talk their talk

And Sarah forces them a smile

And wonders again why he didn’t call.

The angels all look down

In Sarah’s little three light town.

She punches out at two every afternoon

And walks back home

To lay across her single bed

And hopes he may call soon.

The sun sets and the street lights glow

In the little three light town.

Sarah goes to bed at eleven

And wishes he had called.

But maybe he will tomorrow

And wouldn’t that be heaven.

The angels all look down

When Sarah ties her apron on at six

And pours the old men their coffee.

She thinks he may call today.

But it’s just a little three light town

And only the watching angels can see.