Walking Home Late Songtext
von Peter Case

Fourth and Beale day after the first
This heat′s unreal, I'm dying of thirst
Picked up the pay, footballing my way
′Neath the streetlights and stars, now I'm walking home late

Lights up on the river, drop of rain just fell
With the neon by the motor hotel
Muddy water swirling, midnight crowds
Morning glories climbing up the red brick walls

Walking home whistling 'neath the stars above
A careless happy song of love
Today at noon I thought I′d disintegrate
But it′s cooling off now and I'm walking home late


Things didn′t work out west in Hollywood
So you never got lucky, did you ever get good?
Forget the money, you're gifted and young
You′re sweet as honey, songs will roll off your tongue, yeah

Sunday in Memphis by the river at dark
We saw the Washington Singers out in Handy Park
There's a twelve-year-old girl who knows how to play
She′s rocking hard and singing through a beat-up PA

Looks like this whole town's gone home to bed
People by the hotel lobby is dead
A breeze is stirring the walls' radii
There′s no one in sight, I′m walking home late

Walking home whistling 'neath the stars above
A careless happy song of love
Today at noon I thought I′d hop in a freight
But it's cooling off now and I′m walking home late

Alright, here we go