It was infinitely late at night
The stars are still out there
But they're all out of light
Don't worry about me, I'll be all right

It's just infinitely late at night
It's still getting later
And later and later
I feel like I'm in a falling elevator

I'd kill for a drink
But I can't find the waiter
I really believe he's gone home
Oh god I wish I could go home

But it's infinitely late at night
Is this a blackout
Or am I losing my sight?
It should have been noon now,

The sun should be bright
But it's infinitely
The hour on the bar clock,
It isn't finite

It's all black and white
Without the white
It's just infinitely late at night

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): SYLVESTER STEWART