Late

There’s someone in the courtyard Whistling an old, familiar tune. Somebody’s underneath your window Howling at the moon. You don’t know if he’s coming, But you wish he’d get here soon: Before it’s too late.

The boy from down the alley Who walked you home from school: He thought you were an angel, You thought that he was cool. Now he lives at the bottom Of the local swimming pool. Just another goodbye...

When I was in your nightmares And you were in my dreams, Two young men taught you how to laugh, Two old men taught you screams. And the long-haired man with holes in his hands said, “It isn’t like it seems. Don’t be fooled.”

You used to be a dancer, And you leapt so free and high You drew looks of lust and longing From loves who’s linger, then pass by. Did your shoes get tied together? Or did someone lower the sky? There’s something wrong...

So now you live in exile With a chain across your door. You wash your face, you brush your hair, But you don’t know what for. You don’t remember losing touch, But there must be something more. Where’d it go?

And there’s someone in the courtyard Whistling an old, familiar tune. Somebody’s underneath your window, baby, Howling at the moon. You don’t know who’s coming, But you wish he’d get here soon: It’s getting late.