TalkingBackToTheNight

Talking Back To The Night (Album Version) - Joe Cocker

High above the heat of a summer in New York street

An out of work musician plays a solo saxophone

And he's a preacher and a teacher

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 talkin' back to the night

It's all that they can do

Just talkin' back to the night

And somehow they make it through

If you listen you can hear them

Their voices draw you near them

They're talkin' back to the night for you

Somethings seem to take every dime the man can make

His dream keeps gettin' 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 talkin' back to the night

It's all that they can do

Talkin' back to the night

It's how they make it through

Just talkin' back to the night