I'm in the bed with you again.
I hold your body just the way you like.
I have no plans for sleeping
so I didn't even kiss you goodnight.
I'm so afraid to close my eyes.
I'm terrified of what I'll dream about tonight.
Ain't it hard to be alone all the time?
When I get the chance,
I'l slip away into any other room
with the door shut tight.
And if you have any decency
then you'll pretend to be asleep so I can write.
I never made an enemy
who didn't fall in love with me for a while.
Ain't it hard to want to hold a disguise?
Ain't it hard to choose the truth from the lies?
If there is a boat-man left
come and take me, be my guide.
And lead me by the hand across the river
to the other side.
No coin in my mouth
but I hope to pay you for my ride
with a song
for my second saddest lover
may she still see the skies.
Well I don't know if the first one sang to me
and I don't know if the last one will sing to me.
But tonight we've had a little wine
and tonight we have a little time.
And tonight I am on your side.
Sing to me, in the dark.
Well, I heard you lost your instrument
to the father of your children
and until you get it back again
sing to me, in the dark.
You don't have to take your dress off
to be my family for the night.
Let me wash this Spanish dust off of me.
We are not ghosts.
We were never here at all.
