Let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by. - Jackson Browne

Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light.
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night.
Somebody's calling after somebody,
Somebody turns the corner out of sight,
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night.<p>Tender is the night.
When you hold your baby tight,
Tender are the motions, tender is the night.

I'm gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender.
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender.
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy,
Though true love could have been a contender.

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying.
Now I want to understand;
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding.
You must help me if you can.<p>Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong.
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?