Talking Back To The Night lyrics
by Winwood Steve



High above the heat of a summer New York streetAn out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophoneHe's a preacher and a teacherAnd he stands up all aloneStranded in the dark of a vision in the parkA poet in his madness tries to find another lineAnd he's losing and he's usingAnd he says he's doing fineAnd they look from such a heightThat somehow it's all rightThey're talking back to the nightIt's all that they can doTalking back to the nightIt's how they make it throughIf you listen you can hear themTheir voices draw you near themThey're talking back to the night for youSomething seems to take every dime the man can makeHis dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turnAnd he's trying hard to make itAnd he's trying not to burnWoman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blindsShe takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feedShe gives him all she has toAnd it's no more than he needs