The night tells me she can't stay long
oh please I beg just one more song
writer's cramp block and tackle
Release me, sweet night, from these mental shackles
Flashes of irony, fear, romance
what not to write about but my failure to finance
the thoughts that rhyme inside my head
this dead night I sleep on a doubtful bed..

Come on baby pump that morphine
let's take a ride
All I want to do is live tonight
Let's spend the night ontop of the world
listening to pat metheney and eating chocolate swirls