on this night parting like oyster shells, the clouds on this night I see us riding through the cornfields cradled in your arms on this night i lay my burden down to sink or to sail wishing boats farewell on this night memories like bits of paper blown around the streets at night ghosts casting nets until the morning light so, so close so close, we rocked like boats anchored to go, to sail with abandon on this night on this night I've played my last good song so turn the record player on