Here Comes The Night

(альбом: Lost Train Of Thought - 1992)

Standing on a corner, pocket full of hate
Looking like a boy, feeling like a man
Here come my baby in a two-tone Lincoln
The way she looked at me, she knew what I was thinking
Foot hit the brakes and she opened the door
Slid in the seat and her foot hit the floor

We're rolling down the highway, heading west
Putting the two-tone machine to the test
We got no place to go, man we don't care
We'll know we're going when we get there
I got paid, there's a smile on my face
Sun's going down and everything's in place

Everything's in place, like it ought to be
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free
My day job's nothing but a memory
Here comes the night, my baby and me

Came to a dirt road, we took a right
Kicking up dust into the night
We saw this little joint by the side of the road
My baby "Why not?" I said "Let's go"
We made a U-turn, we hit the parking lot
The time was right, the night was hot

My baby held my hand, we walked through the door
The band cranked it up, we hit the dance floor
She was a-moving like a fine machine
[?] you know what I mean
I looked at her with a smile on my face
We was in love and everything's in place

Everything's in place, like it ought to be
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free
My day job's nothing but a memory
Here comes the night, my baby and me

Everything's in place, like it ought to be
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free
My day job's nothing but a memory
Here comes the night, my baby and me
Here comes the night, my baby and me