SOUL KITCHEN 
(Jim Morrison / Ray Manzarek) 
The Doors


Well, the clock says it's time to close - now; 
I guess I'd better go - now; 
I'd really like to stay here all - night. 
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes, 
street lights shed their hollow glow; 
your brain seems bruised with numb surprise. 
Still one place to go, 
still one place to go. 

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen, 
warm my mind near your gentle stove. 
Turn me out and I'll wander, baby, 
stumbling in the neon groves. 

Your fingers weave quick mi-na-rets, 
speaking in secret al-pha-bets. 
I light another ci-ga-rette, 
learn to forget, 
learn to forget, 
learn to forget, 
learn to forget. 

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen, 
warm my mind near your gentle stove. 
Turn me out and 
stumbling in the neon groves. 

Well the clock says it's time to close - now, 
I know I'll have to go now, 
I really want to stay here all night. 
All - night. 
All night.