| Another night
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| Spending time in a city that I don’t like
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| Where neon really outshines the moonlight
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| I call you up at 2:45 your time
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| Pick up the phone
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| There’s not a soul in the streets and I’m all alone
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| Need to hear your voice, not the dial tone
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| Nothing on me but day old cigarette smoke
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| I feel like I’ve been gone so long
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| Don’t know where I can call a home
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| It goes on, it goes on
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| I wake up, you’re not there
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| It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare
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| Can’t wake up, it’s not fair
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| It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare
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| Half asleep
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| Proud to see your face pasted on a screen
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| It’s nowhere near you naked and next to me
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| But it beats just skin on wet concrete
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| I start to know
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| There’s no hope in making it back home
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| I can’t cope with doing it on my own
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| If this city don’t sleep then it doesn’t show
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| I feel like I’ve been gone so long
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| Don’t know where I can call a home
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| It goes on, it goes on
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| I feel so low so off and on
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| Losing the only thing I want
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| Then you’re gone, and I’m gone
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| I wake up, you’re not there
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| It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare
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| Can’t wake up, it’s not fair
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| It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare |