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The night moves in like a petty thief
The whippoorwill sings in harmony
With the husbands, lovers, lawyers, and wives
On a distant train in the smoke of your eyes
You wouldnât know it just looking at me
Iâm a driving force of history
Get on board if you want to get right
Touch your lips to the pain in my heart
This must be the neighborhood
Where Moses on a rock he stood
Turning traffic into water and water into blood
Making deals on the side for a gentileâs love
The moonâs in a cardboard box tonight
Sinking in a park where drunkards fight
Over who gets to drink the last drop of midnight
Who gets to drink the last drop of midnight?
Spin me round little darling, what can you do?
All my timeâs spent dreaming about you
Speaking in tongues painted in red
Testing my faith at the foot of our bed
I shot my heart in the veins of the world
Iâm not used to days like dust anymore
Wonât you do for me what spring does
To frozen fields and cold blood?