There's a young man in the corner playing 'Crazy' all night long
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quarters piled high upon the table
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He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a smile
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he says, 'My darling, you're the one I'll drape in sable'
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But his baseball cap and this bar-room rap
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tell me a different story
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that this is not my prince to grant all my wishes
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Just another lonely country-boy grown weary of the night
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Just another boy with a sink full of dirty dishes
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Where are you tonight?
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When I left you in my dreams last night
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you promised me that we would be breaking free
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Where are you tonight?
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He tells me of the back roads
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and how we'll drive them all night long
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how the days will fade and the moon will hang forever
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and how the cloud of dust we'll kick up will linger like a song
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and the myth will grow about the two who refused to surrender
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Then I catch us in the bar-room mirror
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with his arm around my shoulder
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this girl I see has grown so unfamiliar
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and as she stands to leave with a stranger by her side
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she can't help but laugh at a life grown so peculiar
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Where are you tonight?
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I don't think I can face tomorrow's light
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not knowing if you'll be there to guide me
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Where are you tonight?
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Where are you tonight?
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I think that I'll make it through all right,
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but I'd love to have you just one more time beside me
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Where are you tonight ?
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| Cowboy Junkies |
