Lyrics: Aimo

Woke up this evening, went to bed this afternoon
Woke up this evening, hit the sack this afternoon
Fitful sleep the weeks to come
Seizing the darkness, till it’s gone

Quiet days and lonely nights, empty streets and endless sighs
Must’ve tried a million times, to turn the page, to get it right
Trepidation and cold feet
A fancy fallback, grand retreat

SOLO

Got the message, thru the news, there ain’t no men with baby blues
Yeah, strained my eyes to see the news, there ain’t no men with baby blues
There must be something left for me
Gotta chance that final spree

END SOLO