Spent the night working at Shakespeare Machine
Down where the streets are named for prettier things
The streetcars they rattle overhead in the night
And the buzz saws they whistle they whistle and they whine
Whistle and whine, whistle and whine

Goodnight to Alberta our lovebirds entwined
Inside the old birdcage with the nightshade behind

Goodnight to Belinda who whispers the names
Of the prophets in order while she watches it rain
Watches it rain, watches it rain, watch it rain

Goodnight to Sylvie who sleepwalks and sighs
Who waters the flowers without opening her eyes
Opening her eyes, opening her eyes

Roll back the bedsheets and the sun starts to shine
I'll fall into bed and cover my eyes

Roll back the bedsheets and the sun starts to shine
I'll fall into bed and cover my eyes, cover my eyes
cover my eyes, cover my eyes, cover my eyes

Spent the night working at Shakespeare Machine