Goodnight Sweetheart

Now, Little Jake and I are going to use up ink and paper

Write down the things we have seen.

It's been a long time due

And Little Jake and I don't want to leave it any later.

Don't be afraid of what we might say:

It's too late anyway for you.

And we are loose dogs on the motorway.

And we are reserved if need be.

But here we are, screaming at the ambulance.

That truck had my name on it.

I never felt as truly happy as I did with you.

Took half a lifetime, worth every day!

That view of the river, the gatehouse, the temple,

The terraced row, the French chateau, the look that made me tremble.

I had a dream: Enfudu misery.

How could I know those broken creatures represented you and me?

There we were: Museum Street on Halloween.

There we were in stupid railay station bars.

And here we are, where life becomes impossible.

We want to be handled softly, kissed and told that we're worth something.

Goodnight, Sweetheart. Goodnight, Sweetheart.

Goodnight, Sweetheart. Goodnight, Sweetheart.

Goodnight.