I met the drinker for a drinknBack when I was drinking everything but the kitchen sinknHe said to meet him in the bar inside the BlackstonenWhich was famous for leaving the lights onnI don't know why he picked that placenIt seems strange having other drinkers looking at your facennNow as you know some drinkers drink alonenThey don't want anyone else aroundnBut like a trellis needs some ivynLike a spotlight needs a bodynThis drinker needed companynHe needed mennWe sat together and we dranknHe said the night is always younger than you thinknHe didn't have much on his mindnHe said it's nice to have someone around when you unwindnWell I said anytime and he said thanksnThen we sat in silence and we dranknnI can't recall the taxi homenWhether I was awake or alonenI felt the bed swallow my fallnThen I heard is voice pouring down the hallnAnd out into the streets and he was gonenAnd I was back where I started fromnnI got on my hands and on my kneesnAnd I asked the floor for releasenI was so heavy it felt like I was being squeezednThrough the cracks in the wood into the black underneathnnSo I closed my eyes and I was in the skiesnI closed my eyes and I was flyingnThe taste of the air took me by surprisenIt was like alcohol and cottonnnFor awhile I just flew aroundnAnd that whole ugly city was on the groundnWell it sure looked pretty on the groundnI flowed beneath me thennIt was beneathnThe night is beautiful (I am forgiven)nAnd my life is sweet