Lyrics

Next thing I knew,
the party was over
The lights have a strange, lonely glow
Living rooms empty,
so are the cupboards
I'm guessing maybe its time I go

Its been pretty quiet,
most of the night
Lots of slow, serious drinking
The band got started,
the music was tight
And all my friends started leaving
I feel like crying
When I remember those nights
We'd stay up and dance until dawn
Sleep a few hours
Wake up and have 
Breakfast Out On The Lawn

If that's how its gonna be
I might as well stay at home 
Maybe watch some TV
Eat my dinner alone
I wont even pick up the phone
Things will be better on my own
But I do miss those mornings

So come on over,
bring your friend
Lets try and have ourselves a good time
Don't worry bout money
or the rules you bend
Or if you are towing the line


Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright 2012 New Orphan Music