"Night Owls" - Sean Riley & The Slowriders

They call them night owls
Slowly riding into the night
They're alll married men
But they have to travel light

Last bourbon in the left hand
Cigarette in the right

You can catch them later on
They're in town for the night
You can catch them easily
If you move away from the light

Last bourbon in the left hand
Cigarette in the right

Oh but I lost my way with the night
I betrayed my sweet lady with the warm daylight

Now I hide from the moon
I run straight to my hotel room
Just a table and a bed
I can call home anywhere I lay my head


So I turn the tv on
Where nothing good is ever on
My heart pounding for the night
I'm thinking for how long can this go on

Last bourbon in the left hand
Cigarette in the right

Oh but I lost my way with the night
I betrayed my sweet lady with the warm daylight

Now I hide from the moon
I run straight to my hotel room
Just a table and a bed
I can call home anywhere I lay my head