Good evening, neighbors
Good evening, sidewalk strangers
Good evening, police helicopter too
Tonight, my darling reads of the Queen
Children are lost in dreams, sirens throb down the avenue
There's a pulse pushing under my collar
And that collar feels like it's on the end of a leash
And that full moon's looking like my last silver dollar
Hanging there in the black air and out of reach
And all, all night long the black dog
Keeps barking at the back door
Wants to get out, wants to break away
We're married, mortgaged,
Full of doubt, out of storage
In a house that's seen a century of dust and dreams
How many men long dead have walked these halls thinking
There's another somewhere they'd like to see
And all, all night long the black dog
Keeps barking at the back door
Wants to get out, wants to break away
Sometimes my life feels fated
Sometimes it feels like a random thing
Between the lucky and the dead
Twenty years in the same bed
I swear I don't know you like I should
Are we all right, baby? Are we good?
Can we keep it alive?
When morning falls fat like a gavel
When my beloved pulls the blind and the cord screams
And white light falls upon our hero
Sleeping off the pints of ale and the late late scene
And all, all night long the black dog
Keeps barking at the back door
Wants to get out, wants to break away
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