Four In The Morning Cold Chisel

It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes

The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savouring the call to maybe this time
Make it permanent

I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon

Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
Shining back like scimitars
Across the night at me

Well it’s four am, who knows how far
My rope’d run if I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are