Wellington's Wednesdays

The night's a spill, a permanent stain

The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow

A blue glow from the TV again

The curtains never open, faces never show

And every time a light is turned on

There's a light that's turned off somewhere

For every other moment that's lost

There's a perfect cost, there's a debt you can't share

Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show

Your last bus left an hour ago

So stumble down the stairs again

Pretend you're not too proud

To understand and still know when

Your voice cuts through the crowd

Lonely people talk too loud

The night's a spill, a permanent stain

The city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow

A blue glow from the TV again

The curtains never open, faces never show

And every night they play the same song

To the same offbeat believers

And everyone is singing along

Wearing blue-black eyes, wearing dead men's neck-ties

Clock stopped at the corner of Albert will show

Your last bus left an hour ago

So stumble down the stairs again

Pretend you're not too proud

To understand and still know when

Your voice cuts through the crowd

Lonely people talk too loud

Numbers on a washroom stall

There's always more than one last call calling you

Oh, you've got blue eyes

Oh, you've got green eyes

Oh, you've got grey eyes

Oh, you've got blue eyes

Oh, you've got green eyes

Oh, you've got grey eyes

Oh, you've got blue eyes

Oh, you've got green eyes

Oh, you've got grey eyes