Those sleepers, comfortable and sleeping,
The stars are slowing fading,
Try and keep one pinned to your wall.
Waiters, patient and waiting,
The sky is dark and the moon has gone home.
Neon sun shines down,
Waking the men in freight cars,
Warming the women
In the subway halls,
Igniting lazy lovers
In hazy morning covers.
We traveled with thieves, but we did it alone.