She leans
her breast against the window
Wishing it
was a loaded gun
She’s
growing tired of barely living
Where she
rarely feels the sun
She’s
having thoughts of Indiana
And going
back where she came from
This
wicked life in California
She’s been
having too much fun
When the
night people come
And the
night people go
It’s a
party
When the
night people come
She knows
the way her parents taught her
It’s night
and day and right and wrong
But in
this tomb they call the city
Well they
play a different song
And though
she struggles to remember
And tries
keep their vision clear
She’s
looking back into the sunset
As it
slowly disappears
The night
people come
The night
people go
It’s a
party
The night
people come
She wants
to leave
She
knows she
needs to find the things she lacks
But every
time the darker side just pulls her back
When the
night people come
And the
night people go
It’s a
party
When the
night people come
The night
people come
And they
keep on coming
The night
people go
It’s a
midnight party
The night
people come
The night
people, oh yeah
Keep on
coming all night long
When the
night people come
The night
people
