White Room (Live From Central Park/1999) (Feat. Eric Clapton)

Ah, in a white room with black curtains, near the stations Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses, run down moonbeams in your dark eyes Drawnlight smiles on your leaving, my contentment I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the station Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows I walked into such a sad time at the station When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning I'll sleep in this place where the sun never shines Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd Consolation from the old wound now frogotten Yellow tiggers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes She's just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves