Look at how the twilightâs fading, all the night birds serenading
And Iâm helpless to that thin and hopeful tune, you know
The lightning bugs and the whiskey make tonight a little risky
I might stare at you and so Iâll keep my eyes a little low
I know thereâs so much in the way
But I just want to stay right here anyway
Because in the night the church bellâs ringing
And now my foolish heart is singing
Though God knows Iâve told it time
And time again to be slow
I know itâs only juice + June that makes me sing this tune
And itâs all too soon
But if the night was never-ending
Thereâd be no more sense pretending
And perhaps thereâd be no space between our hands at all
Then perhaps there would be nothing else to do but fall just fall