The Evening 's Young - Yello

The evening’s young

The night began

Mmh mmh

Between the bottles

In a mirror

I’m smiling at myself

Look in my eyes

And start to count

The bottles on the shelf

Mmh mmh

Bottles on the shelf

Evening’s young

The night began

Barman brings

Another beer

Could ask myself

Why am I here

Between the bottles

In a mirror

You smiling at myself

Look in my eyes

And start to count

The bottles on the shelf

I know I could

At any time

Get up the chair

And leave the place

I know I could

At any time

Get up the chair

And leave the place

I wait for me

And my decision

Between the bottles

That’s my face

TV shows

A football game

I leave the place

But all the same

If someone asked me:

«Hey guy you

Where do you go

What do you do?»

I wouldn’t know

What I could say