(Conor Oberst + Gillian Welch)

Well, I know that it is freezing 
But I think we'll have to walk
Keep waving at the taxis 
They keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party 
At some actor's West Side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening 
By the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely 
I can be my own best friend
Get a coffee and the paper 
Have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons 
And my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening 
By the morning looks like [bad word] 
And I know you have a heavy heart
I can feel it when we kiss
And many men stronger than me 
Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me, I'm not a gamble 
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening 
By the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model 
With your eyes all painted black
Keep going to the bathroom 
Always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid 
I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening 
By the morning's such a drag

I've got a flask inside my pocket 
We can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious 
I will try and do the same
Yeah, we might die from medication 
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening 
By the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was 
That started all of this
The reasons all [bad word] away 
But the feeling never did
It's not something I would [bad word] 
But it is one way to live
Because what is simple in the moonlight 
By the morning never is

Yeah, it was simple in the moonlight 
Now it's [bad word] It was so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight