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 are frayed?
Would you like to unfasten my braid?
Shall I make 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?