I watched from afar in the seat in the neon light
just another date that you had to take on another Friday night
Wake me up when it's over; at this point I'd rather not go
when you take one puff of your cigarette
and tell me you've no regrets in the morning
one puff of your cigarette
look to the sky and damn the world you were born in
It's just smoke and darts, and breaking hearts
the Italian way that I knew from the start
and like my mother said, I'd be better off dead
than traipsing around with the likes of you
Wake me up when it's over; at this point I'd rather not go
when you take one puff of your cigarette
and tell me you've no regrets in the morning
one puff of your cigarette
like your father did before you, and your father's father did before him
and your father's father's (...)
Is this why I sleep alone in the night?
Is this why I still can't see the light?
Is this why I lie on the concrete floor
begging for answers and searching for more?
When you said goodbye there were tears in my eyes in the morning
just a child you bore in this endless war of love
Edd Donovan's day job as a social worker brings a sense of empathy to his elegantly constructed political folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 26, 2019