He said let me guess kid, the roses were red and her eyelids were blue?
They're all a soft pink La Brea but a sweeter extinction ya never knew
Then what, she left or let ya push her away? No, she wouldn't make it so clear
Well the first drinks on me, you can stay so long's ya know you don't belong in here
With these nighthawks beneath the chameleon moon
Singing songs of the old salts around the rim of the wound
Mostly it's just the one tune
How'd it get too late so soon?
Around here they get so brimmed with empty that the whiskey won't take
You'll be spilling your black guts and butt ends on some local piece of angel cake
See that mirror there up above my bar? It has never once pretended
You could take a good long look kid, I wouldn't recommend it
Just might see a nighthawk beneath the chameleon moon Singing songs of the old salts around the rim of the wound Mostly it's just the one tune
How'd it get too late so soon?
I doubt a single wall of this club could stand
If it wasn't stuccoed up with stickers of these
Long defunct pop punk bands
And there's little doubt whether I would be here
If not for these three chords, you my dear
And that nighthawk beneath the chameleon moon
Who taught me these old salts around the rim of the wound Could only teach me the one tune
How'd it get too late so soon?
The roses were red for a while and her eyelids were blue