Heading for the great escape. Heading for the rave. Heading for the permanent holiday. . Heading for the winter trip. Heading for the slide. Heading for the dignified walk away.
At that time of the night. When streetlights throw crosses through window frames. Paranoia roams where the shadows reign. Oh, at that time of the night.
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now.
You may not recall the moment that you asked me. But your invitation was clear. You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late. Now I'm here, yeah.