As You Start Leaving

A train sounds off with whistle blowing
 Lighthouse horn sounds early warning
 Clean cool air with stars out shining
 Overcoat and whiskey drinking
 Hands locked tight and close together
 These nights are bliss and drunken leisure
 Spitting air in gusts as it gets cooler
 Sparse clouds try to come together
 You feel the chill and bid farewell
 As you start leaving
 Sounds like an evening
 The cars thin out on empty streets
 No traffic jams to make you weak
 Shopkeepers leave, at home they speak
 Of good patrons and of cash and thieves
 The wind is gaining ground on you
 The air turns damp with the seaside dew
 But it don't lie, it tells the truth
 And all is well and all is new
 You feel the chill and bid farewell
 As you start leaving
 Sounds like an evening
 Your west side is a teenage waiting
 Los Angeles a childhood haze
 Like steps to nowhere you sit there gazing
 At friends you've lost through years of forgetting
 Time sells you short of all you're wanting
 Though you don't know just what you're seeking
 Except winter nights and cigarettes
 And boozing with the best of them
 You feel the chill and bid farewell
 As you start leaving
 Sounds like an evening