Midnight Man
How do you say goodnight to a night that never ends?
The old man in the moon is where the young man's day begins
between the rise of darkness, and the rise of sunlight
past his yellow window shades, out into the night

Midnight Man, but he's got no plan
turn him up, down and sideways and he always can
Split down the middle, and flipped on the griddle
makes a meal of the scraps that life throws to him

He travels the streets, like a psysic, he reads
those who sleep unaware in their beds
to his secret destination, red-hot determination
banging in their new-born heads

put on those steel-toed boots and lace 'em up tight
got to do it again, got to do it all night

Far up the red train tracks that direct your sleepy eyes
he's left your paper on the steps, on the sly
While you ponder the middle, he's answered the riddle
like a pool of rain that will be baked and dry

Midnight man, yes he can. Can you trace the place
where he's already made a stand?
Broke down the pallet, with the hammer, the mallet
might strip the gears, but it won't break the man

He travels the streets, like a psysic, he reads
those who sleep unaware in their beds
to his secret destination, red-hot determination
banging in their new-born heads

so, line up those hoppers, and line 'em up right
got to do it again, got to do it all night

He lives alone, just a house, not a home
and his restless spirit's always on the roam
he's tightening his hands, knotted in a fist
find a hopeful place on God's good-luck forgotten list

Midnight Man, but he's got no plan
turn him up, down and sideways and he always can
Split down the middle, and flipped on the griddle
makes a meal of the scraps that life throws to him