Here comes the night Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I can be alright I know, I know, I know, I know you got to leave There's no light, no light in the sky And it gets so cold when she leaves my side Maybe she's the light, the light in my eyes 'Cause

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

But mama just wants to barrel house all night long I was up the road on easy street Watching everybody stand around and cheat A man comes up and says Move along back to the corner where you belong I hear the city singing like a siren choir Some fool

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa And when the daylight comes I'll have to go But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close 'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own But tonight I need to hold you so close Here I am waiting, I'll have to leave soon Why am I

You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)

And here comes the night Think of the moments The hours and hours That we were apart Moments and hours that kept Bringing showers of Tears to my heart Oh, oh, oh, oh Like the others before

There's no end in sight Learning to fly, letting go of it all Finding these questions inside me still burn Like tomorrow never comes Tonight we black out the sun Better hold on tight Before you know it's gone And live like tomorrow never comes

She don't get the blues, she gives 'em Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don't like those hurtin' songs Cause she's already lived 'em She checks her broken heart there at the

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead