High above the heat of a summer New York street
An out of work musician plays a solo saxophone
He's a preacher and a teacher
And he stands up all aloneStranded in the dark of a vision in the park
A poet in his madness tries to find another line
And he's losing and he's using
And he says he's doing fineAnd 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 youSomething 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
Songwriters
JENNINGS, WILL / WINWOOD, STEVEPublished by
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