Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song School Night, artist - Ani DiFranco. Album song Revelling/Reckoning, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 09.04.2001
Record label: Righteous Babe, United For Opportunity
Song language: English
School Night |
she went over to his apartment |
clutching her decision |
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye? |
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination |
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window |
of her reply |
and she felt like an actress |
just reading her lines |
when she finally said |
yes. |
it’s really goodbye this time |
and far below was the blacktop |
and the tiny toy cars |
and it all fell so fast |
and it all fell so far |
and she said: |
you are a miracle but that is not all |
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call |
you are a party and i am a school night |
and i’m lookin' for my door key |
but you are my porch light |
and you’ll never know, dear |
just how much i loved you |
you’ll probably think this was |
just my big excuse |
but i stand committed |
to a love that came before you |
and the fact that i adore you |
is but one of my truths |
what of the mother |
whose house is in flames |
and both of her children |
are in their beds crying |
and she loves them both |
with the whole of her heart |
but she knows she can only |
carry one at a time? |
she’s choking on the smoke |
of unthinkable choices |
she is haunted by the voices |
of so many desires |
she’s bent over from the business |
of begging forgiveness |
while frantically running around |
putting out fires |
but then what kind of scale |
compares the weight of two beauties |
the gravity of duties |
or the ground speed of joy? |
tell me what kind of gauge |
can quantify elation? |
what kind of equation |
could i possibly employ? |
and you’ll never know, dear |
just how much i loved you |
you probably think this was |
just my big excuse |
but i stand committed |
to a love that came before you |
and the fact that i adore you |
is just one of my truths |
so i |
i’m goin' home |
to please the one i so love pleasing |
and i don’t expect |
he’ll have much sympathy for my grieving |
but i guess that this is the price |
that we pay for the privilege |
of living for even a day |
in a world with so many things |
worth believing |
in |