Nightshift

Invitations coming on the telephone
 From the concrete jungle, from a distant zone
 So we talk it over and decide to go
 There are children crying on the radio
 They were people dancing on a night clear
 There were crying babies, there were morning tears
 When I heard you mama I began to feel
 Irritation tearing at my souvenirs
 Nightshift
 Nightshift
 Invitations coming on the telephone
 From another station in a different zone
 In the silent evening you are ready to go
 There are children crying on the radio
 Well the people come and then the people go
 And their face is melting on the video
 When I stared at you the wind began to blow
 And you never found what you were looking for
 Nightshift
 Nightshift