Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by
When you're only doin' 60 through this oh-so-vacant night
But it's lacking something big this time

What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a barstool by your side
Twelfth night we go

After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall

What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...
And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd

If you let your feet get trampled on
When the music is that loud
But you wanted to be where you are

But it looked much better from afar
A hillside in shadow
Between the people and the stars

Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...

It seems so distant
But still only half the night away
Where notions between your questions come too

Is it any wonder where
The pieces of the night have been...