Saturday Night / Sunday Morning

A cold night and bitterly dim Behold the stars, but never hold them A solitary drive at 3AM Even the bar flies have settled in The engine gasps and laughs at me You are lonely, you're so lonely Ghosts are rising from sewer wells The ice has frozen the tower bells A mile away my cellphone rings Assured and disturbed, a little foundling The candle still burns beside your bed "MISS U" the only words to be read A minor comfort to fight my fatigue But also more fuel for tiresome intrigue The moon so clearly cast above The sweetest pains endured for love