I hear them leaning in the hall

When did you eat the last time?

I think we'll make it if we don't run

Into the Po tonight



Let's get out of here - We'll go get forties

We'll hit the streets

Maybe we'll chance into a party

And stay the night



When you first set eyes on me years ago

There wasn't much talk of a line

Well seems there's always more time to go

I hope we keep living outside of design



We settle into the couch

While we listen to Scotty sing

After a while we get up to go

Out into the night



On the midnight ride you say

There's no one for you but me

Well I believe it when you cry

And with the first light of day

You whisper "There's more in store"