Long Good Night

(Smith)

A letter of acceptance, from an old forgotten friend

A little piece of history, you thought you'd never see again

Like the broken Plymouth, and the boat with the hole

It was a sticky situation, and you knew you had to roll

Well you knew you had to roll

A finger under your conscience, pullin' at your skin

You broke your standing record, when you let her in

Like the girl from the past, and your secret tryst

You wouldn't wanna let it go, with the flick of the wrist

Well, the flick of the wrist

But it's broken, final

Leather, vinyl, die dee die