End Of The Night

They're throwing people on the backs of trucks

Then they drive them to the edge of town

Where they make them dye their hair jet black

And they push them in a club of sound

Where they play the un-American charts

There's no chance of going home alone

You're as likely as a headache

And everybody knows

You've taken off your clothes once before

Still you think that you're a nightingale

Because you wanna sing the songs of night

But the strings that you're connected to

Have got you trapped in this car crash tight

When you're crusing home and hour from now

All the DJ's have all gone to bed

You're as smashed up as a heartache

It's obvious to me

You've taken off your clothes once before

Got another bad connection

Growing in my mind

Got a nervous feeling

That I might be right this time

It's just a touch of the light

That's at the end of the night

Splitting into fractions

Take solace from the heavens

We are smaller than the night

Details, captured in a photograph

Looked upon by NASA

Trying to find a brand new moon

And everybody feels

Aniticipation grows as week ends

Got another bad connection

Growing in my mind

Got a nervous feeling

That I might be right this time

It's just a touch of the light

It's just a touch of the light

That's at the end of the night