Return Of The Stolen Night Lyrics

I hear the crickets in the background and the time gets free and clear

I'm not sure why I'm dreaming and I'm not sure why you're here

But I know that love has gone away

I hear the freight train in the distance I hear it's empty siren squealing

Well another lover is hiding but there's nothing he's revealing

And I know just why I couldn't stay

The stolen night makes its return

Can't you smell the bridges burn

I hear the hound dog down the street and he's chasing down my kitten

While my grandma sends me letters about the sweaters that she's knitting

And the weather and how it turned cold just yesterday

I hit another cigarette and then I turned back towards the mirror

Well the future's is getting brighter but it never gets no clearer

I'm wearing leather because I got nothing more to say

The stolen night makes its return

Can't you smell the bridges burn

In the absence of revival while I'm washing dirty dishes

With Bob Dylan singing songs about the psychology of fishes

I grow cold and I dwell on yesteryear

And they tell me that it's painful to be burdened and disdainful

If I had a hand to lend you then you'd wind up with a brain full

Must be a code must be some kind of undecided tear

The stolen night makes its return

Can't you smell those bridges burn?