Young No More Lyrics

Elbows on the counter

Neck a drink in seconds flat

Hang your head but not your jacket or your hat

First day on the counter

Or what's left of the first night

Didn't even drink a drop or eat a bite

Through dim streets they'll roam

To make their way home

They all know it: that the night is young no more

Oh no

Backs face the pavement

Of a city sleeping sound

Not a single living soul around

Finish the order

Wish the waiter all the best

A hawk must return to its nest

Through dim streets they'll roam

To make their way home

They all know it: that the night is young no more

Oh no

They'll sit for hours

Smoke five-cent cigars

Then he'll tell her her hair is the colour of Mars

She'll confess

Turn as red as her dress

The new couple will fly away soon

From the jungle of grey and maroon