Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell, in the back of an old dive bar
So I step outside and light a cigarette, take in the fumes of the passing cars
Loud angry drunks and a few cress punks fill every crevasse of St. Marks
Some things have changed since back then but the streets are still so hard
In the lonely hour of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
I might hail a cab down
Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites
In the lonely hour of midnight
Two lovers falling in each others arms, stumbling on down the highline
Up on the bridge there's a broken heart screaming to his valentine
Two sunken eyes at the cornershop trying to get a lucy for a dime
The needle drops and the vinyl turns, I'm gonna burn this one right
In the lonely hour of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
I might hail a cab down
Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites
In the lonely hour of midnight
Calling out for something, calling out for something true
Calling out for something, calling out for something true
Calling out for something, calling out for something true
In the lonely hour of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
In the lonely hour of midnight
When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light
I feel the rumble that the concrete makes
I might hail a cab down
Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites
In the lonely hour of midnight
And my soul reignites
In the lonely hour of midnight