Lyrics Bad Night - Steve Martin, Steep Canyon Rangers

Bad Night

Dropped you off… that night… at the door… no invite…
Driving slow, the long way home, expect a call, it doesn’t come.
On my porch to my guitar, look for rhymes but don’t get far.
So sorry that you shut me out. Now what’s this song about?
I guess I overthought the day. You turned to me and looked that way.
Standing in your summer dress, I could have sworn that you meant yes.
So many times I’ve looked at you.
So many songs that came on cue.
Now I try to figure out, just what this song’s about.
It could have been a happy tune, about us dancing on the moon.
It could have been a sweet romance, about a night in Paris, France.
But now I’m feeling so washed out, what’s this song about?
Writers can be full of doubt.
They write to get the sadness out.
They send postcards, when they are dead.
From poems they leave inside your head.
Tonight it’s hard to find the words, that makes sense of what occurred.
Forgive me while I figure out, just what this song’s about.
Tonight it’s hard to find the words, that makes sense of what occurred.
Forgive me while I figure out, just what this song’s about.