| "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 |
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