Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by When you're only doing 60 through this oh so vacant night But its lacking something big this time What the hell did you expect to find Aphrodite on a barstool by your side 12th night we go After something overdone we should know Somewhere in the distance out of sight... Then I saw: Gin mill rainfall What do you remember if at all Only pieces of the night... And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd If you let your feet get trampled on When the music is that loud But you wanted to be where you are But it looked much better from afar A hillside in shadow Between the people and the stars 12th night we go... etc. It seems so distant But still only half the night away Where notions between your questions come too Is there any wonder where The pieces of the night have been... etc.