(P.Mark)
From the album Metropolitan Swamp

Another night comes to an end
I’m out of money I’m out of friends
I should’ve figured
When I spun through the doors of that bar
The night started out so good
Who’d have guessed by closing time I would
Be walking home alone in the dark

We were sipping drinks
Holding hands
Then she snuck out with another man
We were strangers
I should’ve known I’d never get that far
Now I wish that I could take a cab
But I went broke paying off her tab
Now I’m walking home alone in the dark

Each night is different
Each night is the same
You say, “hey my luck may be changing”
Then you wind up losing again

Just when you think the night is young
They yell last call, and the lights turn on
You head for the door
Before they see how alone you really are
The stars shine brightest just before day
I count one for every night that ends up this way
Walking home alone in the dark

Each night is different
Each night is the same
You say, “hey my luck may be changing”
Then you wind up losing again

Lonely streetlights
Terrible moon
Footsteps echo down the avenue
Between here and my home
There must be an all-night bar
Maybe there’s someone inside I know
Maybe they’ll buy me one for the road
And save me from
Walking home alone in the dark