Out of the Night

From Counting Your Chickens


Out of the Night

The smoke, it hung
Over ther crowd
Over us all
Like a mushroom cloud

The girl on my left
I caught her eye -
She took a deep breath,
I started to sigh

The band, It played
It’s songs so loud
You could feel the noise
Like a studded shroud

I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of the night

My wounds need salt,
So it’s salt that I weep
And where once they did heal
Now they’re mine to keep

The girl on my left,
She started to leave -
She moved like a lynx
With her back to the breeze

Now there is but one body;
Now just one soul,
The crowd, it is gone
For the crowd is now whole

I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of the night

How it all started
I do not know;
One word out of place
Is a seed that will grow

The girl on my left
Turned again at the door;
Her smile half-true,
Her feet so unsure

And so the dance goes on -
An eternal waltz;
A rose in our teeth,
A beat in our pulse

But I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of this night