Mary Black - Late Night Radio

Oh Mary Jane, she step on the train
Head for the city light
Yearning inside to swim with the tide
and taste it all night
Bag on her shoulder, breathing the cold
There by the metal tracks
She saw it all shine and swore in her mind
she'd never go back

She don't mind the late night, Late night radio
She don't mind the late night radio
She don't mind the late night, Late night radio

Couldn't have dreamed the things that she'd seen
There on the avenue
She stared right into a million eyes
That looked her right through
Telling red Joe, the places she'd go