After Dark - Buford

After dark, a blow to the head

And the blood red stains he left of all the

All the things he said

I phoned cops, told you it was something I dread

It was something I dreaded, the concept of

You with him

Three hours and a pack and a half of camel lights

The cops never showed

Walking across the park that we grew up in

After dark

Midnight the next day

You called me on the phone and said he was

Starting up again

Rush to the apartment, I opened the door

And screamed out your name, you were lying

Flat faced on the floor

If I only got there a little bit sooner

This would never have happened

I tracked him down, whether it was wrong or right

And i busted his head in

After dark