I hear them leaning in the hall
When did you eat the last time?
I think we'll make it if we don't run
Into the Po tonight
Let's get out of here - We'll go get forties
We'll hit the streets
Maybe we'll chance into a party
And stay the night
When you first set eyes on me years ago
There wasn't much talk of a line
Well seems there's always more time to go
I hope we keep living outside of design
We settle into the couch
While we listen to Scotty sing
After a while we get up to go
Out into the night
On the midnight ride you say
There's no one for you but me
Well I believe it when you cry
And with the first light of day
You whisper "There’s more in store"
