Well, I've sung out one more evening
And I'm wrung out, feeling beat
I walk on out the door once more
To an empty city street
A Good guitar will serve you well
When you're living in the lights
But it's never going to warm you
In the middle of the night
And so I come and go with her in whispers
Each and every time she says she dies
When she is reborn again
I kiss her
And the baby never cries
She works in the daytime
She leave her baby with a friend
I sing every evening
I only see her now and then
I come to her at midnight
When 'bout half the world's asleep
And she puts me back together
In the hours before I leave
Her apartment is down on Perry Street
There's a tree in her backyard
Her old man had left her
He just took off for the coast
And I caught her on the rebound
When I needed her the most