After Hours Call
party's over
when you're sober
can't walk home to-night
keep on stumbling
stomach's rumbling
better stop to get a bite
but what can i say
i wish you'd stay
and cry on this shoulder to-night
but we were young and
restless wanderers and
couldn't be out in the light
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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