Evenings have a way of making trouble
Reason out the window, seeing double
Outside is giving what we want
But this head of mine wont get up, close the blinds
Outside is giving what we want
But this head of mine, this head of mine
Evenings have a way of making trouble
Reason out the window, seeing double
Outside is giving what we want
But this head of mine wont get up, close the blinds
Outside is giving what we want
But this head of mine, this head of mine
Every answer is an answer to a question dressed in silence
Stepping out for the evening, going out for a ride
Around around around around
All around this small town
I know my way around
Turning silence into sound
For living, for forgiving
Stepping out into the evening
Evening. Stepping out into the evening