The Color of Night

I was lyin' on the shop floor

In a pile of broken parts

Thought I heard drums in the distance

But it was only my heart

In that hollow place

Where the dominoes fall

And it's all you can do

To just make any sense of it all

I don't know if I can maintain

With my Hollywood girl

All the sidemen work day jobs

Back in my little world

So she's way too expensive

For a drifter like me

Still, I hope it works out somehow

We'll just have to see

The color of night

It's a sixty-watt bulb

On a cinder block wall

You can't find a light

The matchbooks are spent

And there's no one awake to call

Your candid admission

Barely thickens the plot

Seems you miss what you're missin'

More than you want what you've got

And I guess this beats boredom

But it hurts just the same

Now I don't know if I got time left

To get any good at the game

The color of night

It's a few drops of blood

In the parking lot dirt

I catch a hard right

I roll with the impact

No matter how bad it hurts

And I must confess

I'd have never known the truth

Sometimes we send a message

And hope it don't get through

And all my doubts

I can fight 'em down, and then

Crawl back out

Just to see my shadow again

This fortress shall not fall

As I stand on the mount

I'll be up for the action

Till I'm down for the count

And if the Lord be my shepherd

Then the Devil's my friend

I've gotta feelin' I'll be needin' 'em both

'Fore the soap opera ends

The color of night

It's a sixty-watt bulb

On a cinder block wall

You can't find a light

The matchbooks are empty

There's no one to break the fall

No one out there at all