Nighthawks On the Threshold

I dreamt I hated you
For dragging me back down to the bar
And I just couldn't say no
And no I never let go
And so I never made it too far

Still there's this thing that I remember
And that's the feeling taking hold of my voice
Some passionless creed fired at breakneck speed
Headwater rushing from the source

With blue-eyed soul you'll see this heroin child
Too stoned to sense their denial
Inside a prism of despair
Then houses bathed in fluorescent light
On eerie streets out of sight
Deep in a suburban nowhere

And still there's this thing that I remember
And that's the feeling taking hold of my voice
Some passionless creed fired at breakneck speed
Headwater rushing from the source

Soon I was drinking with the prodigal son of rock n' roll
Undone inside this labyrinth full of thieves
Before I left and fled to the night
To receive the storm and strife
And invocations on the breeze

And still there's this thing that I remember
And that's the feeling taking hold of my voice
And some passionless creed fired at breakneck speed
Headwater rushing from the source

Now they're singing come on back to the table
My one and only lost friend
We'll drink up every label
And nurse the wound until it mends
Well come on back to the table
My one and only lost friend
We'll drink up every label
And nurse the wound until it mends

This midnight invitation
This passage through the trees
This clearing in the distance
No longer out of reach
The wedge tail in the moonlight
The siren on the beach
The clearing in the distance
No longer out of reach