This call from outer space is tying up the line
There's so much left to say before calling it a night
The telephone is ringing, the mailbox is full
The power lines are singing, it's time to start the show

Ignore those satellites
Polish off those Miller Lites
Turn on your headlights
We're going for a drive

The conversation's turning
The pit of your stomach's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk
And while the tide is turning
The heart of your city's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk

The party line's expensive
The nukes are underground
The cheater box is flashing
The tapes went back rewound

Ignore those satellites
Polish off those Miller Lites
Turn on your headlights
We're going for a drive

The conversation's turning
The pit of your stomach's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk
And while the tide is turning
The heart of your city's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk, night talk

The conversation's turning
The pit of your stomach's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk
And while the tide is turning
The heart of your city's burning
None of it's too concerning
It's night talk, night talk, night talk...