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
Tryina 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
