Cafe Society

Al Stewart

Late at night
When reality's failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind
I come to you
Out of sight
Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in
You always do
My reason is caught by a sudden gust
Of lateral thought that sweeps me
Far beyond
It's the opium of the night
And the ocean of words
That we throw in the air
Grow more absurd
And nobody seems to care
It's a refugee's respite
Cafe SocietyLate at night (late at night)
While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake
I think of you (I think of you)
Dim your lights
Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make
I need it, too
Let me check-in my mind
With my coat at the door
'Cause I want to go flying
Where I've never been before
Some inviting dark ravine
If the hand that you hold
In the dead of the night
Is a little too cold
The body seems just right
It's a Toulouse Lautrec scene
Cafe Society[Sound of footsteps walking along a street.
A pause, the
footsteps take two steps up a short flight of stairs.
Five knocks,
a door opens, a cocktail party is heard in the background, and
'the doorman' asks: "Excuse me, sir, are you a membe