No, this song is not autobiographical. But have I behaved badly? Yes, I have. But, mercifully, didn’t break any laws. Well, it is sort of autobiographical. Getting up so late. Wander off into the neighborhood. See what’s up. The character in the song thinks only of himself. He meets a girl in a bar that’s only thinking of herself. What could go wrong? He wants sex. She gives in. She feels used and grubby. He feels guilty and useless. How does it end? I couldn’t show that. They both have to make their own decisions about what happened that night. If they both make good decisions, they could transform their lives and with each other. If not, nothing will change. Perhaps worse.

Got my head up off the carpet
Got my body through the door
Then I fell into the driver’s seat
Picked the gun up off the floor

Rolling down the side road
With the window open wide
The sun is sinking down upon
The houses’ bursting pride

The downtown shadows whisper
All the pleasures will be sweet
Then darkness gripped the steering wheel
As I turned into that street

The sidewalk ghost is dancing
He says he is my friend
Come inside the bottle’s long
Entertainment has no end

Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife

When the waiter gathered glasses
I ordered whiskey rye
Then the girl she sat beside me
Her scent it made me high

Her angel eyes looked through me
And I saw the pain that kills
But leaned across and said to her
Let me drive you to the hills

Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife

(SOLO)

Down there is a sea of lights
The city’s still at play
Then car door slammed I looked around
The girl just walked away

The engine mumbled weary
All down the old dirt track
As the headlights raked across the field
The angel eyes shone back

Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife
Nightlife