Lyrics
The church doors are all locked by ten
The street lights all come on by then
We step around the muddy puddles, pass around half empty bottles
And hope it doesn't rain too hard again
On the tents and cardboard houses
Down on the midnight side of town, the midnight side of town
Lie down among the living dead
A greasy blanket for my bed
Damn voices running up and down again inside my rumpled weary head
And every day is just another night
Of fallen angels running from the light
Down on the midnight side of town, the midnight side of town
The shadows from the neon lights, sometimes I think they come to life
And follow me down
To our village by the boulevard
Never easy coming down so hard
We step around the dirty needles, gather round with the broken people
I gotta find a coat before November comes around
The corner gray and hard and the cold starts coming
Down on the midnight side of town, the midnight side of town
Ohhhh on the midnight side of town
Written by: Rick Tryon
