People Hide Their Love - Greg Brown

I went out last night to a cabaret,

I got home this mornin' at the break of day.

People hide their love, People hide their love,

People hide their love, People hide their love.

Knockin' on my door;

I know there’s nobody home,

But I go on in;

talk to the telephone.

In the dimlit crowd, in a creaking bone,

In the laugh too loud, in the midnight groan.

I went out last night to a little cabaret,

I got home this mornin' at the break of day.