Winter Night

On a Winter Night

well, i went to the theatre the other night

so i could get away from the sights

that i see every day--

wear someone else's shoes

and when the movie ended i went looking for

a cocktail lounge where i could drown my sorrow

in some cheap two dollar booze

but all the time i felt that i was draggin'

oh so far behind

and i don't know why but i couldn't cry at all

on the movie screen there was a subway driver

he was drivin' long time on the rail

he was drivin' by himself

he didn't know my name

and in the cocktail lounge, was a waiter there

he didn't understand, he didn't care;

he was a giant man, but i could see that he was lame

and all the time my peace of mind was lost

somewhere so far behind

and i didn't know why it wouldn't show at all

well, the subway driver had a fare who asked

if he could drive on down to alaska

but he couldn't go because there was no line

and the cocktail waiter said "i'll take your order"

and i looked around,

and he was shorter than he was before

and i still don't know why

but in this time my peace of mind had cuaght up

with me from behind

and it fenced me in--

i didn't know where to begin--

and i still don't know why i couldn't go at all

too many people, but not enough happiness

too many empty homes, but not enough love, i guess

too many broken hearts, too much pain, too much pain...

well, the movie screen has returned to white

and the people won't be back tonight

and the muzak isn't ringing in my ears

and the cocktail waiter is awaitin' the dawn

and it's four o'clock in the morning

and i want to go to sleep when i'm done this beer.

yes i'm going to go to sleep when i'm done this beer.

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