Nashville Notes: The Diary of a Mad Songwriter

Lyrics

NIGHTHAWKS
Written by Laura Stigler-Marier and Ken Marier

Street lights shinin’ through the window ‘Cross the face of a man I don’t know
Place stinks of cigarettes
And I can still smell the whiskey on his breath Look around for my little red dress
Glance in the mirror, oh, what a mess Open the door, look both ways
As I hurry down the hall in a purple haze..

What was I thinkin’ of?
Searching for somethin’ that feels like love You would think by now I’ve had enough Of walkin’ the walk, talkin’ the talk
Livin’ the life of a nighthawk.

Lookin’ down from my window
See a woman whose name I don’t know Light one more cigarette
And I can still smell her perfume on my chest Keep thinkin’ of the way she kissed
But it don’t fill this emptiness
I watch her fade in the mornin’ mist, Clutchin’ a Bible in my fist...

REPEA T CHORUS

All the lonely people glidin’ through the night Numbin’ the pain, hidin’ the shame
Knowin’ it just ain’t right...

What was I thinkin’ of?
Searching for somethin’ that feels like love You would think by now I’ve had enough Of walkin’ the walk, talkin’ the talk
Livin’ the life of a nighthawk.
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh....
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh....
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh....

c 2021 Laura Stigler-Marier & Ken Marier