[Verse] She slides in with a coat that’s seen too much rain, Wiping tables down with a heart full of pain. The clock says 2:17, her shift’s almost done, But she saves a slice of cherry for the one who’ll come. [Pre-Chorus] He’s got a guitar, a busted-down soul, And the kind of eyes that can make you whole. He walks in late, the neon’s dim, She hands him pie—like she’s been waiting for him. [Chorus] Ah, the cherry pie, it’s still warm, She’s kept it waiting since the night before. Two souls in a diner, the world outside gone cold, She knows just what he needs—when he’s lost and old. Oh, one more bite, one more song, one more chance to hold— This little piece of love’s been saving her, and him, all night long. [Verse] He strums low on a beat-up Fender, She hums along, not even a singer. The jukebox coughs a tune from the past, But they’re dancing slow in the silence at last. [Pre-Chorus] She never spoke his name, but she knows his sound, Like thunder in the sky before the ground. He takes a bite—eyes full of fire, She smiles, like she’s remembered the whole world’s desire. [Chorus] Ah, the cherry pie, it’s still warm, She’s kept it waiting since the night before. Two souls in a diner, the world outside gone cold, She knows just what he needs—when he’s lost and old. Oh, one more bite, one more song, one more chance to hold— This little piece of love’s been saving her, and him, all night long. [Bridge] The world keeps turning, miles away, But here, this moment, it’s all we stay. No grand promises, no need for vows— Just pie, and music, and tired, honest vows. [Chorus] Ah, the cherry pie, it’s still warm, She’s kept it waiting since the night before. Two souls in a diner, the world outside gone cold, She knows just what he needs—when he’s lost and old. Oh, one more bite, one more song, one more chance to hold— This little piece of love’s been saving her, and him, all night long. [Outro] (Smoky bass-baritone, low and slow) ...And the pie’s gone cold, but the song remains. (Open-throated soprano, rising) And the stars above know our names. (Both, harmonizing softly) One more bite… one more night… One more song… Always in the diner… Always in the light.