(lucinda williams)

Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in beaumont
She said I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' rough

So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
'cause when I get to where I'm goin' I'm gonna buy me all new clothes

The night's too long; it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough;
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand;
You just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end
Don't want it to end.

She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right
She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
And as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowd
Where she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud

Well the music's playin' fast and they just met
He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
And she's holdin' a corona and it's cold against her hand

The night's too long; it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough;
That's when the sun starts comin' up
Don't let go of her hand;
You just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end
Don't want it to end.

• The Night's Too Long