When the shadows hit the streetlights There's no more time to hide A couple showerbeers and records To warm me up inside Some hearts are steady as a drum But mine's a tambourine Oh it's a shaky sort of beat But I believe that it's still evergreen Closer to midnight Short walk to Benson Slip on the side streets, on muddy hands and knees Does the promise remain? I've grown too Irish for whiskey I sometimes feel the loss But I get sad and volatile enough without it So I toss Rocks at reflections in the water With memories I don't quite recognize Or want to keep around That make me feel so totally alone Closer to midnight Short walk to Benson Slip on the side streets, on muddy hands and knees Does the promise remain? I don't mess with cigarettes But of course I'll come outside My clothes might billow smoke tomorrow But it's worth it just to talk a bit tonight