The Palace at 4 A.M.

In some Polynesian dive
Downwind from the badlands
But-but-but-but
The palace at 4 A.M
We kick through the diamond dust
Halfway between Vancouver and
The bingo game that made the man
Kicking around in promised land

Just one flick of the wrist
One flick of the wrist
And look, look, look
We're in the palace at 4 A.M
When a daydream threw the covers
Back, back, back, back
Back before you saw
The ribbon tied around your bomb
When you were kicking hearts around

It was a straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
A straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
Lady, would you call it art?

Now, no more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
But-but-but
In the palace at 4 A.M
You're asking for the book to be thrown down
It opens with a thud
With the dumb luck that was sublime
Kicking around in promised land

With a straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
A straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
Lady, would you call it art?

Now, no more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
No more pushing words around

(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M