Midnight Rolling - Piers Faccini

Midnight rolling skies are folding

Midnight rolling darkness tolling

On the rack breaking my back

On the rack run the track

I’m a prisoner long as I’m bound

I won’t be lost until I’m found

Times are hustling lungs are busting

Times are hustling wheels dusting

Jump and ride side to side

Jump and ride call and hide

Stoke the flames rake the coal

Coast to coast and pole to pole

Rattle breaking dead snake shaking

Rattle breaking ground I’m making

Whip’ll crack day gone black

Whip’ll crack cut the slack

Raise the stakes for one more chance

Stay awake for one last dance

I won’t be traveling long

Take me where I won’t belong

Let the rooster crow for day

Hear me talking hear me say

Midnight rolling skies are folding

Midnight rolling skies are folding

On the rack break my back

On the rack day gone black

One more chance one last dance…

One more chance one last dance…