As I sit here on this curb
In the middle of the night
With my guitar in my hands
Playing a lonely midnight song
A stranger approaches me and says
Why do you play?
And I answer him
This parking lot and
Everyone else lies in it's dark corners
And down it's dark alleyways
Is my audience
And this song is for this night?
And all that comes with it
And all that belongs to it
Play for the stars
And the immobile cars
Stray cats and telephone lines
The old dumpster bins
They will all receive me
Will not turn me away
They will listen with kind ears
They will listen with kind ears
And I shiver in the cold air
My guitar echoes against
The back of sleeping building
My faithful night, still listens
And my faithful night, still listens
Play for the stars
And the immobile cars
Stray cats and telephone lines
The old dumpster bins
They will all receive me
Will not turn me away
They will listen with kind ears
They will listen with kind ears
They will listen with kind ears

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