Louie

It's midnight in this old town

We sit at plastic chairs and tables on the highway

After all the bars close down

And only travelers are looking for next place

Talking to a stranger singing stories how he nearly died

While he was running from some shadows, crashing up on the mountainside

Now we're walking in the dust

Of tuks flying fast but we're moving so slowly

I say I'm tired from the sun

Truth is it's a lot of work to stay this lonely

All I want tonight is somebody to know me