The Night of Her Life This could be the night of her life Dancing with a smile beneath the coloured lights Drinking till she cannot feel the scars That blight her days and weigh heavy on her heart This could be the dream she dared not dream In case it turned her sigh into a scream Working all the hours God cares to send And still she never seems to make a dent So many angels - all so gentle, sweet and kind They will save us from the places which no map could help you find They’re cold and lonely, sorry and sad They’ll run you in circles, they’ll drive you mad But the angels will sing of the joy to be had This could be the night of her life Ask her if she’s happy – well, please tell me what it’s like The movement of the streets like a ballet Music with no words because there’s nothing new to say “Gone but not forgotten” is the legend etched in gold Can she remember every drink she ever bought and sold Can she remember waking to a sun that barely shone Or last night’s empty promises she fell asleep upon So many good things – doused in love and alcohol They come at you so fast, that’s if they ever come at all They feed your heart, they feed your soul They pour into the big black hole They’ll show sweet mercy and control |