It's almost midnight and the bars are
  throbbing like my first time but they
  keep going strong 'til we can hardly
  stand at 4am and get White Castles.

  I always hope for an angel to save
  me by closing time. The lights never
  dim and the noise is constant in NYC.
  Angels are scarce and life is cheap.
  
  Maybe she'd save me from myself and
  the land mines I always seek for me.
  Maybe she'd take me to the promised land
  of milk and honey and sweet lasting love.