Ben Weaver
East Jefferson
The ashtray was full of orange peelswhen you woke up the dream wasn't realthe sky like a bruisesmokin' your last cigarette on the stoop at the end of the nightthe cold wind blew threw the swings in the parkby dinnertime it was already darkthe rain had turned to snoweverything whiter than a hundred ghosts at the end of the nightcount the roads and count your friendsin case you have to walk home in the endbefore I change my mind or you drop the line at the end of the nightat the end of the night there are no more stars left in the sky and all the black turns to whiteon a dead end street where the train goes pastrakin' leaves into piles on the grassno matter how clear things appearwe never get closer than our fearLetras de cancionesat the end of the nightlike a tree I can't Identifythose eyes defined and insecure at the same timewhere we stood in the roadyour hair in my coat, your smell in my clothesat the end of the nightI fell asleep tryin to stay awakethe footprints were lost when the snow turned back to rainbut if the birds lead the way home will you still kinow which way to go at the end of the nightat the end of the night there are no more stars left in the sky and all the black turns to white
From Letras Mania