I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last night's been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry Martini's
And cans of beer to sink

Another day
Already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light

I could call Mariana
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
It's too late anyhow
I could put on the TV
Or I could stay in bed
Decisions drive me crazy
Decisions drive me mad

Another day
Already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light

Night is near
But I'm still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And all is red
All the papers on the floor
Really what's the sense?
People push and pull it
Must drive another lens
My head's still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should perhaps
Move out of here
Or take a plane to Spain

Refrigerator's noise
Plug it out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Don't wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone Debbie Meier?
Is that the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes can't be in error
The sun's not really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing concrete in sight
I'm turning on the lights

Turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
The sun's not really gone
Perhaps I am the one