Analysis of Tallula on my Mind

The band is playing on a Friday night and
Johnny’s drinking his Captain and Coke
Is being here wrong or right?
I smell like whiskey and cigarette smoke
I know better and so do you but sometimes we throw caution to the wind
Hell to pay but that’ll wait til tomorrow
Tonight I have Tallula on my mind

No one’s watching
At least we hope
Let’s do a shot
And a little dope
Take the edge off
Time to chill
A little rush
A little thrill
Slide on over
No one can see
I’ll dance a little with you
If you’ll dance a little with me

You better not drive
Let me take you home
It’s the least I can do
I know you’re faking
Just like we planned
But I’m willing to see this through
We’ll take the long way
Hope for the best
A few precious minutes alone
It’s do or die
Now or never
Time to win or else we go home

The problem with dreams
Is they come to an end
Always for better or worse
My thoughts of you
Can tend to expand
Until reality bursts
I wake up to find
Another morning alone
No mystery, no surprise
A cup of black coffee
An empty bottle of Jack
And Tallula on my mind