High above the heat
Of a summer New York street
An out-of-work musician
Plays a solo saxophone
And he's preaching and a teaching
And he stands up all alone

Stranded in the dark
Of a vision in the park
A poet in his madness
Tries to start another line
And he's losing and he's using
And he says he's doing fine

And they look from such a height
That somehow it's all right
They're talking back to the night
It's all that they can do
Talking back to the night
It's how they make it through
If you listen you can hear them
Their voices draw you near them
They're talking back to the night for you

Something seems to take
Every dime the man can make
His dream is getting smaller
And he wonders where to turn
And he's trying hard to make it
And he's trying not to burn

And they look from such a height
That somehow it's all right
They're talking back to the night
It's all that they can do
Talking back to the night
It's how they make it through
Talking back to the night

by MySno (NZ)

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