‘There’s still a whole lot more left to this night’
On heavy rotation at Chez Caterwauling tonight, perhaps the first night I’ve been OK in a long time. …
“It’s closing time
Got no place to go
No, I’m not tired
Nobody’s waiting at homeHey, what about you?
Looks like you’re leaving alone
Guess that makes two — me and you
By the way, my name’s JonesYeah, I know a place
It’s not far from here
That’s my dented red Chevy out front
You can follow me thereThere’s no neon lights
And it don’t stink of beer
It’s just a mile up the road
Just a minute from hereThese arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels right
These arms are open all nightNow the band is through
They’re breaking down the drums
They took the singer’s keys
Man, he was really drunkThey’re turning on the lights
We can’t stay here no more
Yeah, I can take a hint
Find my way out the doorSo what do you think?
Yeah, are you going my way?
There’s still a whole lot more left to this night
Baby, what do you say?These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels right
These arms are open all nightGod only knows
How long it’s been
That I’ve been this lonelyBack there at the stop sign
I see her headlights
I think she’s coming with meThese arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels right
These arms are open all night”
— Bon Jovi, “These Arms are Open all Night”