Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music
It’s feeling like a wasted night
The piano’s dead, the drummer’s tight
The song’s gone cold but no-one seems to mind
Evangeline I’ll try again some time
I’ve heard it from a friend or two
They say they like the things I do
But friends are seldom more than company
Evangeline, you’re what a friend should be
Freedom friend you’ve found me
Now love is all around me
Imagine my surprise, imagine my surprise
The city streets are no place to hide
And failure loves me like a bride
But points her finger now to someone new
So, Evangeline, I’m coming home to you.
It’s feeling like a wasted night
The piano’s dead, the drummer’s tight
The song’s gone cold, but no-one seems to mind
Evangeline I’ll try again some time.