Midnight paperback, read it in the afternoon Doggy pages, every chapter coming soon

Story in the city, written as I go Midnight paperback, brightest thing I know

Bench by the fountain, book face down beside me now

City writing chapters I could never plan somehow, no

Sun, sun on the left side, shadow long and thin

Electric piano drifting through a window in

Paperback, I carry crease from all the miles

Every cracked spine, story shaped by all the trials

Title doesn't matter, midnight in the name

But I read it midday in the summer flame

Best things find you sideways, never face to face

Midnight paperback in a bright daylight place

Turn the page, something always waits

Sub-bass steady, holding open gates

Jazz chord lifting like a sentence starts

Midnight paperback, opening the heart

Midnight paperback, read it in the afternoon

Doggy pages, every chapter coming soon

Story in the city, written as I go

Midnight paperback, brightest thing I know

Used bookstore corner two blocks off the main

Spine of something yellow calling out my name

Owner reads behind a stack of paperbacks

Doesn't look up once conversation lags, perfect

Three dollars later walking back outside

New old story tucked against my stride

Open hi-hat lifting as I cross the street

Every syncopation matching both our feet

City is a novel, never reads the same

Midnight paperback, no two reads the same

Midnight in a title doesn't mean the dark

Means the kind of quiet living in the spark

The space between the chapters, that's where I reside

Slow groove underneath me, opening wide

Had some books, send no questions

The city does the same

Tomorrow's a new chapter

No one knows the name

Dog ear this moment

Right here

Come back to the page

Midnight paperback, every single age

Turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page, turn the page

City writing on, pocket groove the soundtrack all day long, yeah

Turn the page, something always waits, up bass steady, holding open gates

Jazzcore lifting like a sentence starts

Midnight paperback, opening the heart

Midnight paperback, read it in the afternoon

Dog ear pages, every chapter coming soon

Story in the city, written as I go

Midnight paperback, brightest thing I know

Midnight paperback, dog ear it

Sun won, three dollars and a dream

City keeps on writing, brightest thing I've seen

Pocket groove, pocket groove