Terrified, stoned and miles from home
I’m standing on the outside in the streetlight
on the telephone, throwing shadows at the wall
When all I ever wanted was to be the one
who wakes you up at midnight in the moonlight
half asleep, in a dream, lost in your hair
And I don’t know if I can make it home
I want to catch the redeye flight
So I can be there when the morning
wipes the stardust from your eyes
But I don’t know if I can make it there
I wish that time was on my side
So I could be there when the morning light
wipes stardust from your eyes
Playing all the time can be suicide
I’m living out the high-life in the low-light
so colorful, but the moment wasn’t right
They’re clearing off the floor, they close the door
the take home’s not enough to... take me home
and my medicine will not see me through the night
And I don’t know if I can make it home
I want to catch the redeye flight
So I can be there when the morning
wipes the stardust from your eyes
But I don’t know if I can make it there
Time was never on my side
Oh I could be there when the morning light
wipes stardust from your eyes
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth