Midnight

Jeff Buckley's Grace was playing loud as hell In a back of an old dive bar So I step outside and light a cigarette Taking the fumes of the passing cars Loud angry drunks and a few crest punks Fill every crevasse of Saint Mark's Some things have changed since back then But the streets are still so hard In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT When New York city's lying wide awake Under the glow of street light I feel the rumble of the concrete mix On my head, lookout down Ride through the Harlem to the interstate And my soul reunite In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT Two lovers falling in each other's arms Stumbling now on the high line Upon the bridge there's a broken heart Screaming to his valentine Two sunken eyes at the corner shop Tryina get a lucky for a dime The needle drops and the line it turns And then it burns one right In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT When New York city's lying wide awake Under the glow of street light I feel the rumble of the concrete mix On my head, lookout down Ride through the Harlem to the interstate And my soul reunite In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT Calling out for something Calling out for something true In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT When New York city's lying wide awake Under the glow of street light I feel the rumble of the concrete mix In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT When New York city's lying wide awake Under the glow of street light I feel the rumble of the concrete mix On my head, lookout down Ride through the Harlem to the interstate And my soul reunite In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT In the lonely hours of MIDNIGHT