The light beyond the windowpane reads like the lines of a poem And the headlights crash into streams on their way home The lampshade brushes your arm and crushes you like a stone You're still there but over here you're all alone
The streets are all black or maybe it's just the night The day was long but now it's time to make it right But when your memories are wrong and blurred out of sight, Do you really have the strength to put up a fight?
You light your cigarette and close one, ****** eye "Don't bat a lash" says the woman who last made you cry And she follows you down to the depths of your mind She complicates your soul and then she just hurries by
Somewhere down the alley, towards the church bells of dawn You hear a voice that slowly carries on Like a lost whippoorwill still whispering its song A feeling comes over you and you wonder why you waited so long