Nighthawks

Irene’s Song – Yesterday One More

And then there was Phil
this freight train of kindness
Maybe a bit simple
But pure like a child
I know that he loves me
With all of his heart
But he never can stack up
My fear of commitment
Never can fix
the void that’s inside
And I guess that I knew that
Right from the start
Maybe he’s just the easy way out
Just like the general, in days gone by
From a dad who was all about the bottle and fists
And a mother who turned a blind eye.
who turned a blind eye

My brave navy general
He tried and he tried
With persistence and patience
To get really near
But whatever move he made
I backed out out of fear
He finally stepped out
This dance of avoidance
But he could not accept
The perfect picture to fade
I became a prop on his set
So strikenly clear
It all slowly went from bad to worse
Till one day the bottom fell out
Leaving me afraid and ashamed
If a lttle ashamed is allowed
If ashamed is allowed

We just repeat what we did before
We’re idiots, babe, trapped in a revolving door
We try and try, we stumble and fall
And while flat on floor, we know
It’s yesterday once more

Do you remember
That night in December
Duke played the Cotton
The general was up North
I’d escaped my prison deluxe
For a night on the town
Your face in the crowd
It looked so familiar
I could have sworn
I had seen you before
In passing you said
“I will see you around”
Now Who could have quesed how the wurm would turn
Who could foresee the twists of fate
Who could have known what was to come
or spotted the devil at the gate

And now, here I am
my hand at the door
It is just yesterday once more
It is just yesterday once more

Phil’s song – get away car

Oh baby, let’s start running
And get out of here before it’s too late
I’m sick and tired of this place
I’m sick and tired of this time
I’m sick and tired of people’s jokes
And I’m sick and tired of mine
There’s nothing here that could make me want to stay

Let’s get a get-away car
Let’s get a get-away car
Let’s get a get-away car and drive far away
Drive far away

Oh baby, let’s find an island
And hide away just for a while
I want to sleep in your arms
I want to walk along the shore
I want to drink and laugh
‘Till I can laugh no more
I want to have peace if only for a day
Let’s get a get-away car.

Oh, Irene I know you gonna leave me one of the days
But let’s pretend this is not the end And everthing will be okay

Let’s get a get-away car
Let’s get a get-away car
Let’s get a get-away car
And drive far away
Drive far away
Drive far away
Drive far away

Humphrey Bogart’s song – Final Deal

What does that Hillbilly want
Staring at me across the bar
He’s dressed like a big city boy
But you can still smell the cows from far
It takes one to know one, they say
I was raised a country boy
Took my first steps in a place named Jacob
Jackson county, Illinois

Paranoia comes with the job
I have learned to watch my back
Cause either the mob or the cops
Someday will make me crack
But that is not what robs me of my sleep
what keeps me awake at night
are these stupid faces
with their frozen expression
And blind panic in their eyes

Tonight I have decided to quit
I’ve just closed my final deal
There should be some kind of relief
But that’s not how it feels
There is no solace in the cross
Nor redemption in alcohol
Sure I’m doomed
Cause I know Saint Peter
Won’t have mercy on my soul
Sure I’m doomed
Cause I know Saint Peter
Won’t have mercy on my soul

The stranger’s Song – Outside In

Twelve o’ clock, down in Phillies
I’m just sitting in this Greenwich Village dump
Because I got nothing else to do
Outside the streets are cold and empty
And I’m just killing time
And having a coffee or two

At the other side of the bar, there’s this man and this woman
He must have looked like Humphrey Bogart in his younger days
She’s wearing a lilac dress and high heeled shoes
Not really dressed for the occasion I would say

But maybe this is their idea of a night out
Or maybe they are on the run for the cops
Because they killed her husband and got away with the money
Or maybe because he’s a hired gun working for the mob

Phil is chitchatting, just like always
He’s got so many words and so little things to say
They say, he used to be a marine in the pacific
But somewhere, somehow he lost his way

Well maybe he just couldn’t stand the rules
Or maybe he just got bored with his life
Or maybe he was kicked out of the navy
Because he had an affair with the generals wife

And what about me, thank you for asking
I don’t really know a soul in this God forsaking town
I came to the big apple to find my way up
And God knows now I’m only trying not to get down

Well I guess it’s time to go home now
By the way, that’s rather strange
This Humphrey Bogart type ordered another coffee
He paid his 5 cents and gets a thousand dollar as change

in de windowpane is see a reflection
there is a man out there looking cold and thin
he is holding a pencil and a sketchbook
an just like he is outside looking in

In the windowpane, I see a reflection
There’s man outside looking cold and thin
He’s holding a pencil and a sketchbook
And just like me, he’s outside looking-in

Always on the outside
Always on the outside

The Painter’s Song – Behind the Canvas

I paint the picture
I set the scene
I write the script
Pull up the screen
I catch in colors
The silence that screams
Let me in
Let me in

Late night diner
Unforgiving glow
The human condition
Unbeatable foe
Mercy around the corner
But I wouldn’t know
Where to begin
Where to begin

Doesn’t it chill you to the bone
All these people together alone
This facade without a door
It’s just a mirror, nothing more

Now what can I do
With these two hands
Nothing really much, I guess
I’m just a man
But behind the canvas
And behind the paint
There must be someone
Who understands