So the sequence begins
Cigarette ashes fall like snow
Fingers feeling thin
Every wrinkle they show what's sown
Could stand to recover
Swallow it up and down
There's room to discover
When and ocean begs you to drown
In so much regret
Best to let it all slide
By the light of butterscotch street lamps
And the sounds of... Cars rushing by
Half Past midnight again
Half Past midnight again
Half Past midnight again
So the sequence begins