Tonight's the Night

I went to the movie the other night,
The plot was groovy, it was out of sight.
I sat with my popcorn, out lookin' for good times
Lost in the cartoon, I grabbed the lifeline.

I've been a searcher, I've been a fool,
But I've been a long time comin' to you.
I'm hopin' for your love to carry me through
You're holdin' my baby, and I'm holdin' you,
And it's all right.

Oh, tell me where the answer lies.
Is it in the notebook behind your eyes?
When your decision comes to view,
I'll be watchin' my TV, and it'll be watchin' you.

I've been a searcher, I've been a fool,
But I've been a long time comin' to you.
I'm hopin' for your love to carry me through
You're holdin' my baby, and I'm holdin' you,
Yes I am.

Speakin' out.

I'm climbin' this ladder,
My head in the clouds
I hope that it matters,
I'm havin' my doubts.

I'm watchin' the skaters
Fly by on the lake.
Ice frozen six feet deep,
How long does it take?

I look out on peaceful lands
With no war nearby,
An ocean of shakin' hands
That grab at the sky.

I'm singin' this borrowed tune
I took from the Rolling Stones,
Alone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own.

I'm climbin' this ladder,
My heads in the clouds
I hope that it matters.

Well, they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away,
And I got time to roll a number and rent a car.
Oh, Albuquerque.

I've been flyin' down the road, and I've been starvin' to be alone,
And independent from the scene that I've known.
Albuquerque.

So I'll stop when I can, find some fried eggs and country ham.
I'll find somewhere where they don't care who I am.
Oh, Albuquerque,
Albuquerque.

A hip drag queen and
a side-walkin' street wheeler,
Comin' down the avenue.
They're all your friends,
you'll come to love 'em
There's a load of 'em
waitin' for you.

Lookout Joe, you're comin' home.
Old times were good times,
Old times were good times.

Remember Millie
from down in Philly?
She took my brain
and forgot my name.
The woman you were with
was about the same
She took your money and left town.

Lookout Joe, you're comin' home.
Old times were good times,
Old times were good times.

Glory Hallelujah!
Will I lay my burden down?
Singin' on the streets around:
Look at that crazy clown.

Remember Bill from up on the hill?
A Cadillac put a hole in his arm.
But old Bill, he's up there still,
Havin' a ball
rollin' to the bottom.

Lookout Joe, you're comin' home.
Old times were good times,
Old times were good times.