I am absent without leave
in ways you can’t perceive.
Bail me out, show me what I am about:
All hard and cold, of fool’s gold,
in fool's paradise.
Show me what you are about.
Show me what I must do:
What we must do;
What you can do…
You are the night eyes
when I escape behind closed eyes.
Tonight, with love, we know
I am here with you.
You are Night Eyes;
I see tonight, Night Eyes,
With you.
You've been waiting, anticipating,
what I have to say.
You told me:
More fool me;
There was always, always more to see.
But I misunderstood,
“A little bit of what you fancy does you good.”
Ok, I'll be as good as gold -
Forever waiting’s over, over, over.
You are the night eyes
when I escape behind closed eyes.
Tonight, with love, we know
I am here with you.
You are Night Eyes;
I see tonight, Night Eyes,
With you.
Robert Walker 