Wellington's Wednesdays-The Weakerthans

Wellington's Wednesdays - The Weakerthans The night's a spill, a permanent stain The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow A blue glow from the TV again The curtains never open, faces never show And every time a light is turned on There's a light that's turned off somewhere For every other moment that's lost There's a perfect cost, there's a debt you can't share Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show Your last bus left an hour ago So stumble down the stairs again Pretend you're not too proud To understand and still know when Your voice cuts through the crowd Lonely people talk too loud The night's a spill, a permanent stain The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow A blue glow from the TV again The curtains never open, faces never show And every night they play the same song To the same offbeat believers And everyone is singing along Wearing blue-black eyes, wearing dead men's neck-ties Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show Your last bus left an hour ago So stumble down the stairs again Pretend you're not too proud To understand and still know when Your voice cuts through the crowd Lonely people talk too loud Numbers on a washroom stall There's always more than one last call calling you Oh, you've got blue eyes Oh, you've got green eyes Oh, you've got grey eyes