Midnight hits, another night shift Mopping up dreams from the diner floor The same time every night she carries in those bags underneath her eyes She's just trying to survive Handwritten letters every night Their secrets, under lock and key She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more What's the point, he never answered before The streets are slow she'll have the usual Burnt toast an ashtray and a pen The coffee pours all night, she'd pay in blood just to get it right But not tonight Handwritten letters every night Their secrets, under lock and key She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more What's the point, he never answered before But the words come out just as cheap As the drug store makeup painted on her cheeks Tell yourself that it's all right, you're someone's savior tonight In the end, you're just covering up a bruise Patron saint, of the motel room Handwritten letters every night Their secrets, under lock and key She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more What's the point, he never answered before