Creatures Of The Night Lyrics

Tapestries wilt and fade upon the emerald wall

Someone had to describe them, and he did

Now that he's old and gray, the young girls seldom call

And he sits in a hotel lobby like a little kid

I laid my guitar against the armchair to his left

Sat down, sank in, and lit a cigarette

He shot me a glance, looking up from his crossword with a sigh

And asked if I'd learned to play that pine box yet

I told him that I pick a bit when the night comes caving in

He answered, I know exactly what you mean

I used to play gigs with Lester Flatt and B.B. King

But I traded that life for a twelve cent wedding ring

I handed him Georgie, and he held him in his arms

Chuckled and cleared his ancient throat

He struck an E-minor chord that rang like fire alarms

Started signing words I'd thought that I'd just wrote

"It's not even safe no more, to be walking around your floor

With the door unlocked and the windows not closed up tight

It feels like a nightmare tomb, a narrow and empty room

Where you have to decide will you run or will you fight

And if you stand your ground, stay around, listen to the sound

How you gonna tame the creatures of the night

He sang, I've been paying my dues upon that midnight train

Drinking with the keepers of timeless gowns

Anxiously waiting alone in the foggy driving rain

Watching the world I knew dissolve in sound

So where do you go to find the effervescent moon

When the heart that once warmed you turns to stone

Most of the world has turned its back and lost the tune

Where do you gone to build a home

It's not even safe no more, to be walking around your floor

With the door unlocked and the windows not closed up tight

It feels like a nightmare tomb, a narrow and empty room

Where you have to decide will you run or will you fight

And if you stand your ground, stay around, listen to the sound

How you gonna tame the creatures of the night

He handed the guitar back, now blessed with years of pain

I tucked it away inside its case

He picked up his puzzle, unsolved clues that still remain

Twisted his worn ironic face