Because the night's still young Is why it feels so done. When I'm numb from slamming my head On the iron that bounds me to you. And it's hard to say that you understand, When the walls are so close together That you can't pass me the Stiff drink that I desperately need. I know it's not the Right thing to do, But I want to. I promise, it's under control. Cause in the houses They're all fighting A grand divorce. And in the streets They're holding hair And you just stand Under the awning Pointing in both directions And there's a vision Of a perfect decision Trying to jump off The edge of your tongue. Too bad it's gone numb. And the thought of it, Lying dead under your toes, Forces the dead wind Out of your lungs. Now be a big boy, And draw in the air, that You seemed to forget Was still there. You know exactly What you should do, And you want to. And it's ok to be afraid. When in the houses They're all fighting A grand divorce. And in the streets, They're holding hands. An exodus. You stop out, From under the awning, And look up at the sun.