Night Waltz II (Act Two)

The sun sits low And the vespers ring And the shadows grow And the crickets sing And it's- Look, is that the moon? Yes, what lovely afternoon Yes! The evening air doesn't feel quite right In the not-quite glare Of the not-quite night And it's- Wait, is that a star? No, just the glow of a cigar Oh The atmosphere's becoming heady The ambiance thrilling The spirit unsteady The flesh far too willing To be perpetually ready Is far from fulfilling But wait, the sun is dipping Where? You're right, it's dropping Look! At last it's slipping Sorry, my mistake It's stopping The light is pink And the air is still And the sun is slinking behind the hill And when finally it sets As finally it must When finally it lets the moon and stars adjust When finally we greet the dark And we're breathing amen Surprise of surprises It instantly rises again