Light on the water, lights on the hills
Driving across the dark highway bridge
I've got the heater blasting on high
Radio sounds like a lullaby
Got to make money, we've got to survive
Rise in the morning at quarter of five
It is a privilege to work for your bread
Everyone else except me is in bed
I left my lover curled up and warm
I left a kiss on his open palm
Coffeepot broken, nothing to eat
Stepped like a phantom out into the street
Times are unlucky, you take what comes through
Better than sit home with nothing to do
Panic and heartache crowding your dreams
Everyone else except me is asleep
And the sun breaks out with a holy shout
And the highway sings to me
And I crow along as I go along;
For the next few miles I'm free
Up, elevator, to the nineteenth
Windows are orange across the street
My world is empty, silent and clean
Everyone else except me is asleep