Midnight

Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell In the back of an old dive bar So I step outside and light a cigarette Take in the fumes of the passing cars Loud angry drunks and a few crust punks Fill every crevasse of St. Marks Some things have changed since back then But the streets are still so hard

In the lonely hour of midnight When New York City's lying wide awake Under the glow of a street light I feel the rumble that the concrete makes I might hail a cab down Right thru the Holland to the interstate And my soul reignites In the lonely hour of midnight

Two lovers falling in each others arms Stumbling on down the highline Up on the bridge there's a broken heart Screaming to his valentine Two sunken eyes at the cornershop Trying to get a loosey for a dime The needle drops and the vinyl turns I'm gonna burn this one right

In the lonely hour of midnight When New York City's lying wide awake Under the glow of a street light I feel the rumble that the concrete makes I might hail a cab down Right thru the Holland to the interstate And my soul reignites In the lonely hour of midnight

Calling out for something Calling out for something true Calling out for something Calling out for something true Calling out for something Calling out for something true

In the lonely hour of midnight When New York City's lying wide awake Under the glow of a street light I feel the rumble that the concrete makes

In the lonely hour of midnight When New York City's lying wide awake Under the glow of a street light I feel the rumble that the concrete makes I might hail a cab down Right thru the Holland to the interstate And my soul reignites In the lonely hour of midnight

And my soul reignites In the lonely hour of midnight