A red neon sign draws him into a wine bar
Where a woman is crying
Unaware of the whiskey he's buying her
'Can I join for a while ma'am?'
'Honey, when you're as broken up as I am
You'd have to be Jesus to join up all the pieces'

The night before the morning after
'Are you here alone, can I take you home?
It's a real disgrace
Seeing your pretty face in this ugly place'
The night before the morning after

A ride in a taxi, to a rented
Apartment in a back street
Whiskey bottle graveyard
Rent is low so she's trying to save hard
To get out of the city
It takes time but she won't take his pity

They carry on drinking
And she knows what he's thinking
The night before the morning after
And her stockings are torn
And the heels of her shoes are worn

She could be a waitress
She could be an actress
But he thinks she's a temptress
The night before the morning after
There's a space in her bed

Where the stranger laid his head
She remembers him kissing her
He was such a good listener
But he sure won't be missing her