They're throwing people on the backs of trucks Then they drive them to the edge of town Where they make them dye their hair jet black And they push them in a club of sound Where they play un-american charts And there's no chance of going home alone You're as likely as a headache And everybody knows You've taken off your clothes once before Still you think that you're a nightingale Because you wanna sing the songs of night But the strings that you're connected to Have got you trapped in this car crash tight When you're cruising home an hour from now All the djs have all gone to bed You're as smashed up as a heartache Its obvious to me You've taken off your clothes once before Got another bad connection Growing in my mind Got a nervous feeling That I might be right this time It's just a touch of light that's at the end of the night Splitting into fractions Take solace heavens We are smaller than the night Details, captured in a photograph Looked upon by NASA Trying to find a brand, new moon And everybody feels Anticipation grows As week ends