In The Dark (And Silent Hours)

IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS,
LONELINESS CUDDLES CLOSE TO ME.
I CAN’T SLEEP.
SUDDENLY, I HEAR MY NEIGHBOR.

HE’S GOT GREY HAIR. HE’S GOT WRINKLES.
HE’S GOT A PENSION. HE’S GOT A LOVER.
HIS MATTRESS IS A ROCK BAND.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OH-WOH

I DON’T LIKE TO CRY ALONE.
HELL, I GUESS THEY HEARD ME THROUGH THE WALL.
TEARS ARE WARM.
WHY’D I HAVE TO HEAR MY NEIGHBOR?

HE’S GOT HIS MOJO, MOJO WORKING.
MAYBE I’LL ASK HOW HE FOUND A LOVER.
HIS MATTRESS IS AN ACCORDION.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OH-WOH

HERE, IN THE CITY
THAT NEVER SLEEPS,
HE CALLS OUT HER NAME. HE LEAPS.
SOUNDS LIKE HE MADE IT.

IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS,
THERE IS JUST ONE SINGLE REASON WHY
I CAN’T SLEEP--
GOT TO FIND MYSELF A LOVER.

I’VE GOT SOFT SKIN, HAZEL EYES AND
PERFECT CURLS DOWN TO MY SHOULDERS.
MY MATTRESS IS A LOVESONG,
WAITING AND WAITING AND WAITING TO BE SUNG
WAITING TO BE SUNG
WAITING TO BE SUNG
IN THE DARK AND SILENT HOURS.

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