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Good evening, neighbors Good evening, sidewalk strangers Good evening, police helicopter too Tonight, my darling reads of the Queen Children are lost in dreams, sirens throb down the avenue There's a pulse pushing under my collar And that collar feels like it's on the end of a leash And that full moon's looking like my last silver dollar Hanging there in the black air and out of reach And all, all night long the black dog Keeps barking at the back door Wants to get out, wants to break away We're married, mortgaged, Full of doubt, out of storage In a house that's seen a century of dust and dreams How many men long dead have walked these halls thinking There's another somewhere they'd like to see And all, all night long the black dog Keeps barking at the back door Wants to get out, wants to break away Sometimes my life feels fated Sometimes it feels like a random thing Between the lucky and the dead Twenty years in the same bed I swear I don't know you like I should Are we all right, baby? Are we good? Can we keep it alive? When morning falls fat like a gavel When my beloved pulls the blind and the cord screams And white light falls upon our hero Sleeping off the pints of ale and the late late scene And all, all night long the black dog Keeps barking at the back door Wants to get out, wants to break away |