End of the Night

“Take the highway to the end of the night
end of the night, end of the night”

I’ve been roaming all night long – from one bar to the other, looking for old memories and new hopes. Through clouds of smoke and alcoholic dreams, the smell of sweat and that of dust, I’ve walked and run, dazed by glowing lights and dark sleeping streets.

It’s at the end of the night that, finally, I choose to meet you, climbing the stairs to the rooftop where you sit on a sofa, the music still playing dim as the last few customers leave the place. I sit in front of you, a drink and a sigarette in my hands, and as the breeze cools my skin, I enjoy your sight. Your eyes and your smile make me feel so quiet, happy – like there was no tomorrow to think about, like the past had never been severed from tonight.

This is the end of the night, and I am happy to share it with you.