Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice No I don't begrudge you anything at all
'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze You find all nite food in a diner full of noise Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates
Chorus: 'Cause I know what this is This is what we talk about When we talk about love When we talk about love
Yeah I know what this is This is what we talk about When we talk about love When we talk about love
Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown So the city sleeps, 'cause there's nothin else to do Well the couch is deep and the phone receiver's warm I miss you much too badly to convey to you