Late Night
I wake up in the late night cold, and my head is reeling
I am not supposed to be here, this is not my home
Like a man with no face, to the patrons I’m a stranger
Unknown to all but one
And as much as I hate to leave her all alone, hastily I run away
After I dive out the second story window
She’s back there watching through that window
Cursing my head that’s always reeling
Wondering why her father scares me away
Somedays I think it might be safer to just spend the whole night at home
But here I am again, a punk kid running down the moonlit street at one
Like a man without his body, to the world I am a stranger
And I would not trade anything for my place as a stranger
I would give anything to rip the hinges off of yet another window
Lord knows I had fun with the last one
I steal so much that it starts my head reeling
Your most prized possessions aren’t safe if you just leave them at home
When you flip the lights on and growl with your shotgun I've already run away
But now there’s talk that they want to send me away
Steal my face and body,in my own hometown turn me into a stranger
They start yelling, and throwing around terms like “ wayward boys home,”
And I’m just thinking about the girl watching out her window
And I’m feeling sorry for how her head starts reeling
And I’m feeling sorry that she isn’t the last one
In a world of awful people I never thought I’d be one
I thought they all existed in some big city far away
Where everyone is angry, and all their heads are reeling
Because you can never be alone, but you're always a stranger
And your view of the world is through a grimy and cracked window
Where you’re always in your house but never in your home
It’s past my curfew and I don’t want to go home
I want to go to stay with the girl, and make her the only one
But I'm afraid it's too late for that, I have missed my window
I was absent too long and now she’s gone away.
Within the finality of her mind, I will be never more than a stranger
I will never be able to shake this reeling
My body isn’t home, and my mind is always away
In my world I am the only one, always a stranger
Stuck behind the frame of a locked up window, my head will not stop reeling.