I can't stay here tonight
there's buttons to sew
and lust to be made to seem tender
with a freshened up face
and smile-bearing lips
I'll practice it, locked in the bathroom
we can't stay here tonight
this waitress is tired
of waging a war of attrition
so pay for the coffee
and we'll take it to go
and you hold the cup while I'm driving
I can't stay here tonight
there's blankets to fold
and love to make polished and silver
and store it away behind memory's glass
we'll take it out when we get lonely