At Night

It was night time,
a bit after ten,
beer on the table,
cigarette in my hand.

I can't remember,
why i was there,
dim premonitions,
with nobody to share.

Can't remember why,
same faces,
same place,
old bill on the table,
containing my soul,
pitch black, like the night,
depressing questions,
is it a dream.

Where were you that night,
the cinema, don't worry,
you said,
when you left,
you were in a hurry.

Go,
no looking back and no sigh,
you're probabbly sick of me,
do not tell me why.

It was night time,
one and fifteen,
a few beers later,
hands on the wheel,
and the light wasn't green.