In Honour of the Street Lights

When the night is young and you're highly strung

And your mind's come undone

And the bad guy's won, but what's done is done

And the sun's said, "So long"

Well, I suggest that you do your best

To sow your thoughts together

And I must confess, and this is just a guess

It won't be dark forever

So, in honour of the street lights, I live

But this guitar makes me feel sick

And unless you're a martyr like most

Illumination ain't much to boast

'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know

When things go wrong and there is no song

For you to ride on

And you're a pawn 'cause you feel forlorn

And the game's been overdrawn

Well, if you want it worse, then look no further

Than your friends and lovers

It's kind to be cruel, but you can be made to feel a fool

By your friends and lovers

I keep my wits about me when I'm out

With my friends and lovers

Joanne's so full of doubt 'cause she thinks she can do without

Her friends and lovers

So, in honour of the street lights, she lives

But this guitar makes her feel sick

And unless she's a martyr like most

Illumination ain't much to boast

'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know

When the undertaker's come to bury your tongue

'Cause it's all been said and done

And the pastor's lost 'cause he can't find God

And the earth is all he's got

Well, I suggest that he thanks his friends

And the lovers that he's lost

It's not enough

To simply suffer at the cusp

You've got to know just how much

Most of it's just bad luck

And the only ones you can trust

Are your friends and lovers

So, in honour of the street lights, I live

But this guitar makes me feel sick

And unless you're a martyr like most

Illumination ain't much to boast

'Cause you'll be more inconsolable the more you know