Downy Woodpecker, Edward Glen, Isaiah Z Johnson - After Midnight

The city's all around and my mouth tastes like chamomile and honey
And I wanna go downtown but my Charlie Card ain't got no money
I'm a tightrope away from the coldness of space feeling small
And I'm empty inside 'cause I know I could stumble and fall

Should I call your telephone line?
Or get drunk on champagne with cheap whiskey and wine?
'Cause it's after midnight and I am afraid
Just one false step and the tightrope will break

The city's all around and my mouth tastes like Tennessee Honey
And I'd fly home to you but I ain't got the time or the money
'Cause I'd rather be out drinking than at home on the porch
With a paper and pen and my voice gone hoarse
Writin' songs about missing you
When I oughta just be calling your phone

But the slur in my voice says that now's not the time
When I've drank the last drops of my ten dollar wine
'Cause it's after midnight and I don't love you anymore
The chamomile and honey tastes like bitter truth

So why don't we leave together tonight
I'll fly you home cheap on a redeye flight
And we could go east to the morning sun
Leave it all behind when the night is done

Written by:
Isaiah Johnson

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