Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim
Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk
I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice
No I don't begrudge you anything at all
'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends
Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze
You find all nite food in a diner full of noise
Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates
Chorus:
'Cause I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love
Yeah I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love
Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown
So the city sleeps, 'cause there's nothin else to do
Well the couch is deep and the phone receiver's warm
I miss you much too badly to convey to you