Late Call Blues

You call me late,

like you always do

In the alley by the stage door,

looking for something new

Counting the exit signs on the ceiling beam

While the bartender stares at a tab left green

(unpaid,

unpaid)

And the wet street shines in the headlight glow

We're running out of ways to say

we ought to go

Oh,

let it ride

under the summer rain

We are the ones who never feel the pain

Counting the exits till the sky turns grey

Let the music take the tab away

(so high)

Your wet coat dripping on the concrete floor Another midnight flight through

the back exit door

You're whispering plans that we'll never keep

While the city outside

goes to sleep (so quiet now)

Let the tab run cold

(let it

run)

In the alleyway we unfold