Quarter To Four

Well the night was lost
The night was sore
Then my pockets emptied
As the beer downpoured
What at last was on
Was now quarter to four
Another wasted night

So this night was right
For stupid sin
Yeah the holding out
Was caving in
The slickest sinner
Always wins the prize
Of a wasted night

I wanna go, I wanna stay
I wanna say something
I've got nothing to say
Another wasted night

I close my eyes
Don't wanna see
The sun coming up
On my history

So if the chance comes down
To steal a kiss
You nab what you can
Resignation is bliss
I never brake when I hit the skids
On a wasted night

See we can close our eyes
Let our hands pretend
We can kill this life
With tight grips and hedged bets
That will ditch this world
But for now let's curl
Into this wasted night

Crawling like James Dean
For his toy monkey
Living by night, in a lonely place
My father was Nicholas Ray