Lost In The Night

(J. Lyon/M. Noble)



She woke in a stranger's bed made with sheets of satin

Looked out an unknown window at the skyline of Manhattan

She remembered boarding the bus for Atlantic City

And some slick at the table sayin' she sure looked pretty

“Oh, God,” she thought, “It's happening again.

I don't know what I did and I don't know where I am.”



She's lost, lost in the night

Yea she's lost, lost in the night



She fumbled for the light and then started to put her clothes on

A voice inside her kept crying, “Hey, what's going on?”

Then she stumbled over a body half under the bed

Dressed real sharp with a bullet in his head

She stifled a scream and grabbed her purse

Pushed past a drunk on the doorstep who hit her with a curse



Yea she's lost, lost in the night

Little girl lost, lost in the night

Yea she's lost lost lost

Lost in the night



3 am, yea it was a bad situation

She caught a gypsy cab down to Grand Central Station

But when she looked in her wallet, she nearly lost her mind

She realized she left all her winnings behind

Wasn't the money, she didn't care

She couldn't leave town cause she didn't have that fair



She's lost, lost in the night

Yea she's lost, lost in the night



Blue Harp Inc.

Matt Noble Music