Do I want too much? Am I going overboard to want that touch? I shouted out to the night: "Give me what I deserve, cause it's my right!" - Lucinda Williams

The night's too long;
It just drags on and on.
And then there's never enough.
That's when the sun starts coming up.
Don't let go of her hand,
You just might be the right man.
She loves the night,
She loves the night,
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end.

I grew up being aware that I was Southern, and that being a very important thing for me. And being drawn to short story writers, like Flannery O’Connor and Eudora Welty—the surroundings in their stories were so familiar to me, the whole Southern Gothic thing. That world only existed in that part of the country. It’s going to inform the personality of the songs. In a lot of my songwriting, I mention towns and places. It’s a culturally traditional thing in the South to tell stories.

Sun came up it was another day,
And the sun went down you were blown away.
Why'd you let go of your guitar?
Why'd you ever let it go that far?
Drunken angel.