Would you care to stay till 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 such a low, low, lonely ride
Would you hang your denim jacket
near the poster by 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 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 will 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 door is just across the hall
you'll find an extra towel on the rack
on the paisley-pattern papered wall
There's a comb on the shelf
I papered that wall myself
that wall myself
Would you care to stay till 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 awhile and save my life?
Would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
I don't know what made me say that
I've got this funny sense of humour
You know I couldn't 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 low and lonely ride
Isn't going home a low and lonely ride
