Andy, Come Out

Andy, stay out; please don't go home
Many many empty streets here to roam
Walk around the traffic cones
Though we've been out here for a while
I'm leaning to believe I'll see you smile
It can't be more than one more mile
I'm seeing a vision of lanterns hung from the ceiling
Where one drop could send you reeling
But you can't explain to someone who ain't been there
So, Andy, come at it as yourself
Seekers who believe in something еlse
Ooh, they'll only steal your hеalth
And if you ever crack your shell
See it as being freeing as well
Ooh all those walls can make a cell
I'll remember always
When you came in from the hallway
And I said, Boy, you should hold her
But you laid your head right down on my shoulder, so
Andy, the night is going to end
Augurs of the morning creep in, but then
It's only morning they portend