Woah, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
I could see right out my window
Walking down the street
My girl with another guy
His arm around her like it used to be with me
Oh, it makes me want to die
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night, woah yeah
There they go
It's funny how they look so good together
Wonder what is wrong with me
Why can't I accept the fact she's chosen him
And simply let them be
Woah, woah, woah
Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night, woah yeah
She's with him
He's turning down the lights
And he's holding her the way I used to do
I can see her closing her eyes
And telling him lies
Exactly like she told me, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night, woah yeah
Here Comes the Night was written by Bert Berns.
Here Comes the Night was produced by Bert Berns.