Chameleon Moon

He said let me guess kid, the roses were red and her eyelids were blue? They're all a soft pink La Brea but a sweeter extinction ya never knew Then what, she left or let ya push her away? No, she wouldn't make it so clear Well the first drinks on me, you can stay so long's ya know you don't belong in here With these nighthawks beneath the chameleon moon Singing songs of the old salts around the rim of the wound Mostly it's just the one tune How'd it get too late so soon? Around here they get so brimmed with empty that the whiskey won't take You'll be spilling your black guts and butt ends on some local piece of angel cake See that mirror there up above my bar? It has never once pretended You could take a good long look kid, I wouldn't recommend it Just might see a nighthawk beneath the chameleon moon Singing songs of the old salts around the rim of the wound Mostly it's just the one tune How'd it get too late so soon? I doubt a single wall of this club could stand If it wasn't stuccoed up with stickers of these Long defunct pop punk bands And there's little doubt whether I would be here If not for these three chords, you my dear And that nighthawk beneath the chameleon moon Who taught me these old salts around the rim of the wound Could only teach me the one tune How'd it get too late so soon? The roses were red for a while and her eyelids were blue