The street lights are on, There's nothing in the sky, but the Moon I've landed on your shoulder, Whispering some good ideas here soon We can get into some trouble With the time and cash to burn, The weekend was for tourist, They're gone, now it's your turn.
Of a text *** Is there anybody out there, That looks a bit like you and sounds like me? I've got triumphs to build up, You've got failures to live down Let's unpack the *** And run them out of town
But let's only make small mistakes tonight Let's not bury all our blues in white I don't wanna make a bunch of friends That I will just regret And talk a lot of shit, that I will just as soon forget Anything but that tonight, But that tonight.