All Night Long Songtext
von Tom Lark

Sometimes on Saturdays
I drug myself and then I sleep all day
I flick a dollar in the old jukebox
And think about just what I′ve lost
When I can't find the words to say
You give me a look that makes it okay
And I know I talk a lot
About things we haven′t got

All night long
I dream you've gone
All night long
I dream you've gone


Now my luck has finally run out
My modest touch might as well be doubt
The good things I had turn gold
I′m still young but my life is old
I get by on sympathy
From taxpayers and companies
I′d class myself as one
But I'm as shallow as they are dumb

All night long
I dream you′ve gone
All night long
I dream you've gone
All night long
I dream you′ve gone
All night long
I dream you've gone