THE NIGHTS ARE SO LONG Copyright 2000 by Adam Selzer, All Rights Reserved, ASCAP the streets in the city are empty at two o'clock in the morning when the ice falls hard on the yellow line roads the stars are reflections of the traffic lights that glow in the frozen puddles in the gutter and illuminate the snow if the taxis were running, they wouldn't stop to give me ride when the snow falls down all bets are off, even the ghosts won't come outside and we walk through the streets and we wait all night long and we don't mind the cold, but the nights are so long and we can stand through the nights and we wait all night long and we don't mind the cold, it's just that the nights are so long The streets are empty, the skyscrapers are full and I can't hear my footsteps only the howling wind of winter's night but I hear cars on the highway it sounds like the whisper of a passenger train on some distant tracks in some distant time I can almost hear the whistle howling through the trees at the stars and the tracks still cover up the countryside just like battle scars and we walk through the streets and wonder wait all night long and we don't mind the cold, but the nights are so long and we can stand through the nights and we wait all night longs and we don't mind the cold, it's just that the nights are so long Well time is all we have tonight, so we dance in time beneath the traffic lights on moonlit brushstrokes and spaces not yet filled just following the lead of swirling cloud of snow in which I am Aristide Bruant and you are Jane Avril So on this Edward Hopper town the moon shines cold and grey and the moonlight's overlapped by light from all the cabarets and we walk through the streets and wonder what wait all night long and we don't mind the cold, but the nights are so long and we can stand through the nights and we wait all night long and we don't mind the cold, it's just that the nights are so long      Feb, 2000 back to home page