When the shadows hit the streetlights
There's no more time to hide
A couple showerbeers and records
To warm me up inside
Some hearts are steady as a drum
But mine's a tambourine
Oh it's a shaky sort of beat
But I believe that it's still evergreen
Closer to midnight
Short walk to Benson
Slip on the side streets, on muddy hands and knees
Does the promise remain?
I've grown too Irish for whiskey
I sometimes feel the loss
But I get sad and volatile enough without it
So I toss
Rocks at reflections in the water
With memories I don't quite recognize
Or want to keep around
That make me feel so totally alone
Closer to midnight
Short walk to Benson
Slip on the side streets, on muddy hands and knees
Does the promise remain?
I don't mess with cigarettes
But of course I'll come outside
My clothes might billow smoke tomorrow
But it's worth it just to talk a bit tonight