How Late Its Grown Lyrics & Chords By Martin Finke

How late it's grown
Nights at the restaurant
Sometimes with others
I drink some and I sing some
Well it's nothing substantial
Cajoling we whisper, sometimes quite loudly
How late it's grown

And what's left after the evening
Is a friendship and a donor of hope
As cajoling we cry, often quite happily
How late it's grown
It's grown so late
The stars are awake