Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by

When you're only doing 60 through this oh so vacant night

But its lacking something big this time

What the hell did you expect to find

Aphrodite on a barstool by your side

12th night we go

After something overdone we should know

Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: Gin mill rainfall

What do you remember if at all

Only pieces of the night...

And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd

If you let your feet get trampled on

When the music is that loud

But you wanted to be where you are

But it looked much better from afar

A hillside in shadow

Between the people and the stars

12th night we go... etc.

It seems so distant

But still only half the night away

Where notions between your questions come too

Is there any wonder where

The pieces of the night have been... etc.