Would you pass me the sugar in the All NightCafé?
Vincent Van Gogh will be dining today.
Nighthawks are lost in the All Night Café.
Even Edward Hopper can’t lead them astray.
There’s blood on the walls in the All Night Café.
Money don’t count when it’s time to pay.
Nighthawks are leaning on blood red wood.
There’s nothing to understand, it’s well understood.
There’s a man and a woman, got nothing to say.
It was life that painted them that way.
Woman in red, man in black.
Life’s guarantee is not money back.
Man and a woman sitting side by side.
The light is intense but they got nothing to hide.
Waiter is staring at the lights in his head.
They are bright but they’re also blood red.
There’s one other man lost in himself.
Just flunked life’s course in getting self-help.
The air is thick and it’s hard to breathe.
They need to get out quick but no one can leave.
The sugar bowl is empty in the All Night Café.
Sweetness is sweet but it’s been led away.
There’s only so many times you get to cheat death.
How sweet is your last breath?
Vincent Van Gogh will be dining today.
The pictures in his head are painted in clay.
all night cafe