It was getting late
Now it’s getting early
Everyone I know
Is leaving like the last train home
Now I’m sorry
I’m out of money
I’ve got your number
And I’m looking for a public phone
Or just a dial tone
I’m on the roadside now
They’re kicking everyone out
The city’s closing down
I’m hoping you might stick around
But everything changes
Everything changes
I never told you
Not in the daylight
It doesn’t matter what I tell you
At the end of the night
It’s getting colder
I’m at the end of the high
I always love you more
When I’m a sorry sight
Everything changes
I’m on the roadside now
They’re kicking everyone out
The city’s closing down
I’m hoping you might stick around
But everything changes

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