Night Is Young

Awake on a bus riding north of Chicago
Up a blank interstate passing billboards in the night,
Got one eye half closed so nobody tries to ask me
“What’s the time?” “Where you going?” while they’re reaching for their light.

Half an hour ago the sun
Was going down behind a thin line of trees,
Blood-orange blinking through, like the color
Of my girl’s necklace flashing through her collar
On the night that I met her coming in and out of view.

The night is young it’s no mistake.
Like the snow when it first hits the ground
And it’s only your and mine to make
So my darling why wouldn’t we now?
It’s a half drunk fist in the face,
It’s a love that can’t be overthrown
You want under your chin
When the moon goes dim
In the dead of a night so young.

I walk out into the street with short shadows from the moon
Where electric lights are off.
And the girls girls girls pop their collars in the cold
And a few third shifters cross the street to punch the clock.
Well it was a long time looking for somebody
I could talk on, lean on, find something to start.
Got to walk on walk with another minute passing
While the road that we’re going up seems to come and come apart.

The night is young it’s no mistake.
Like the snow first lays on the ground
And it’s only your and mine to make
So my darling why wouldn’t we now?
It’s a half drunk fist in the face,
It’s a love that can’t be overthrown
You want under your chin
When the moon goes dim
In the dead of a night so young.

The night is young its no mistake
And the world seems like a far off joke.
You’re talking to me for my sake
And all memory going up in smoke
It’s a half drunk fist in the face,
It’s a love that can’t be overthrown
You want under your chin
When the moon goes dim
In the dead of a night so young.