Lady with the Braid

Would you care to stay 'til sunrise?

It's completely your decision

It's just that going home is such a ride, such a ride

Going home is such a ride

Going home is such a ride

Going home is a low and lonely ride

Would you hang your denim jacket

'Neath that poster of Picasso?

Do you sleep on the left side or the right, or the right?

Would you mind if I leave on the light?

Would you mind if it isn't too bright?

Now I need the window open

So if you happen to get chilly

There's this coverlet that my cousin hand-crocheted, hand crocheted

Do you mind if the edges arе frayed?

Would you like to unfasten my braid?

Shall I makе you in the morning

A cup of homemade coffee?

I'll sweeten it with honey and with cream

When you sleep

Do you have dreams?

You can read the early paper

And I can watch you while you shave

Oh God, the mirror's cracked

When you leave

Will you come back?

You don't have to answer that at all

The bathroom's just across the hall

There's an extra towel on the rack

And the paisley-patterned papered wall

There's a comb on the shelf

I papered that wall myself

That wall myself

Would you care to stay 'til sunrise?

It's completely your decision

It's just the night cuts through me like a knife, like a knife

Would you care to stay a while and save my life?

Would you care to stay a while and save my life?

I don't know what made me say that

I've got this funky sense of humour

You know I could not be downhearted if I tried, if I tried

It's just that going home is such a ride

Going home is such a ride

Going home is such a ride

Isn't going home a long, lonely ride?

Isn't going home a low and lonely ride?

Isn't going home a low and lonely ride?