Midnight - Tor Miller

Jeff Buckley’s Grace was playing loud as hell

In a back of an old dive bar

So I step outside and light a cigarette

Taking the fumes of the passing cars

Loud angry drunks and a few crest punks

Fill every crevasse of Saint Mark’s

Some things have changed since back then

But the streets are still so hard

In the lonely hours of midnight

When New York city’s lying wide awake

Under the glow of street light

I feel the rumble of the concrete mix

On my head, lookout down

Ride through the Harlem to the interstate

And my soul reunite

In the lonely hours of midnight

Two lovers falling in each other’s arms

Stumbling now on the high line

Upon the bridge there’s a broken heart

Screaming to his valentine

Two sunken eyes at the corner shop

Try’na get a lucky for a dime

The needle drops and the line it turns

And then it burns one right

In the lonely hours of midnight

When New York city’s lying wide awake

Under the glow of street light

I feel the rumble of the concrete mix

On my head, lookout down

Ride through the Harlem to the interstate

And my soul reunite

In the lonely hours of midnight

Calling out for something

Calling out for something true

In the lonely hours of midnight

When New York city’s lying wide awake

Under the glow of street light

I feel the rumble of the concrete mix

In the lonely hours of midnight

When New York city’s lying wide awake

Under the glow of street light

I feel the rumble of the concrete mix

On my head, lookout down

Ride through the Harlem to the interstate

And my soul reunite

In the lonely hours of midnight

In the lonely hours of midnight

In the lonely hours of midnight