The sun’s ridin’ high, it’s way past noon
We’ve been driving all day, we need a break soon
Just left on 8 th Street there’s a little café
Warm bite to eat, and we’ll be on our way
Here we sit, the light’s still red
Our hopes are strung out like beads on a thread
The radio wails and our stomachs moan
Waiting….at 8th and Cimarron
Is that it over there, we’re in the wrong lane
Turn left here and circle back again
We’ll try the next street, this can’t be right
We may lose our hubcaps even in daylight
Turn around go back to roads we know
Gotta stop again, the light’s yellow
We’re here for the third time, we said with a groan
Stranded….at 8th and Cimarron
There’s a pizza place across the way
I’ll bet it’s just as good as that elusive café
When the light turns green, and if we’re still alive
Hit the gas and hope we find the drive
Suddenly, like a bolt from the clear
An idea was born, our path did appear
Up over the curb and across the lawn
Pizza…at 8th and Cimarron
Written by Joel and Mary Thompson