Let's get out of this place. Rude bar songs and light streaked smoke rings blown from women's lips. The jukebox sings and they keep pushing repeat. Quarters and quarters for quarter hours. These red colored people stream through red colored rooms. The red no rose knows but noses know. And cabs are called, while outside, we still hear them all. Soon they will all call for the last call. With quarters and quarters for quarter hours. Showcase the airwaves. Slow breeze through the staircase. The balcony by moonlight. The moonlight at midnight. The midnight by your side. Side by side we go outside. Eat our dust, as we ride out.