Our house, in the dull gray suburbs   Where the buildings are comin' down   We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town   I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night   Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night   Find you at the end of the night      He likes Old Style, the cervesa fria   At the tavern down by the park   He'll be OK, but unless you're local   Don't go walkin' there after dark      I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night   Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night      You're my blood and my father   I'm just here to give you some help      Find you at the end of the night      We made our way back through the park   Just me and you and the dog   I felt the warm, brown syrup night   Pour over us 'til it was Rembrandt dark      I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night   Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean   I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night      Find you at the end of the night   Find you at the end of the night   Find you at the end of the night