Another Song - Bill Callahan

When work ain’t been working all day

Why don’t you come on home to lunch and stay?

We’ll start working for love, not pay

When work ain’t been working all day

We will finish our songs another day

And watch the light as it fades away

Lonesome in a pleasant way

I guess the light that is gone belongs to yesterday

And the light that’s leaving takes its own sweet time

Changing colors slowly like fruit on the vine

And tonight, Lord, tonight, some of it’s mine

As the shadows of the leaves on the wall

Grow and dissolve almost in time to our chests rise and fall

Rise and fall

As we lay on the bed wanting for nothing at all

Except for maybe another song

Another song

Another song

Another song

Another song

Another song

Another song