Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim
Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk
I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice
No I don't begrudge you anything at all
'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends
Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze
You find all nite food in a diner full of noise
Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates
Chorus:
'Cause I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love
Yeah I know what this is
This is what we talk about
When we talk about love
When we talk about love
Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown
