Michigan Nights

Oh those Michigan nights that they sing about seem to be gone

And we hopelessly crawl past the place where the rain always falls

The disciplined man knows the way round the hearts of the scorned

The difficult line that we draw in the sand isn't warm

And the miles they go on by

Like a broken wheel left by the side

I've been counting your streetlights

And now I grow tired, now I grow tired

All those big city fires at the heart where the coldest are warm

All those silent desires catalogued for a time and a home

The consequence fills all the air like the light in the hall

As you walk past the door, the calendar burns on the wall

And the miles they go on by

Like a broken wheel left by the side

I've been counting your streetlights

And now I grow tired, now I grow tired

As the fields get filled in with the time

The night sky grows light

The disciplined man washes hands of the loam and the fight

If nothing can change, hopes just a photographed sight

Of a couple of kids, getting lost on a Michigan night

And the miles they go on by

Like a broken wheel left by the side

I've been counting the streetlights

And now I grow tired, now I grow tired

Now I grow tired, now I grow