We’re nighthawks in some moody painting

Haunting stools at a midnight bar

The headlight beams of passing cars

Scan us both as they squeal out of town

You’re telling me of a coming wedding

And asking me to stand beside you both

Well, that deserves another round

To swallow my flattered feelings down

I’ve been chasing love like some wild dog

You’ve been cautious, careful and selective

Look who’s reached to the finish line first

It’s an honour to be a part of your deepening story…

We’re nighthawks in some moody painting

Chests giddy with expectation for tomorrow

I’m nervously rehearsing speech lines

You’re brimming with feeling and contemplation

Life traces a precipice, a step-change moment

We both appreciate the grandeur on display

We’ll do what our parents did before us

Now, we’re truly the masters of our course

A flicker of uncertainty smudges your conversation

I’m quick to offer you some affirmation

Quietly biting down on my own indecision

There’ll be tears of joy before the day is done

We’re nighthawks in some moody painting

I count the bottles lining the shelf behind the bar

Only our slurred voices fill this dimming space

We’ve been at this stools since early afternoon

‘Is that my shot at happiness spent’ you quietly question

I put all my chips on that one bet and lost it all’

‘Don’t be so fatalistic in your thinking’ I cautiously counter

Life is cruel right now, but it will enrapture you again

The future’s laced with sweet potential yet’

Outside, the taxies race the revellers into town

They’re all dressed up and looking for love

Say, maybe you and I will find it yet…