Late Night - Nina Nastasia, Jim White

Such a late night

I’m going to drive you home

A quiet ride

There’s blood on the road

And blood on your face

I’m going to cry, cry

Why didn’t you brake

Did you even try

Weather’s hard

Hail and snow

I’m drifting too

Does it help you to know

It’s your life to make a wreck

We grew up together

Did you forget

I don’t understand

Why you don’t talk to me

The tracks you leave

Where do they lead

Where are you now

That you’ve fallen asleep

I may be the one

To save you