Chrome coffee pot on a burner low
Three am rush with nowhere to go
Cold vinyl seats and a salted rim
The streetlights outside are getting dim
The ink is dry on the page
A bird trapped inside of a cage
I feel the click and the snap
Falling right into the trap
Black ink bleeding on a white sheet
Rhythm walking on a concrete street
Hammer hitting like a heavy bell
A story only the midnight can tell
Old leather bags and a faded coat
A scrap of a line from a handwritten note
The waitress is humming a tired tune
Under the glare of a yellow moon
The ink is dry on the page
A bird trapped inside of a cage
I feel the click and the snap
Falling right into the trap
Black ink bleeding on a white sheet
Rhythm walking on a concrete street
Hammer hitting like a heavy bell
A story only the midnight can tell
I drove a thousand miles in the rain
Counting the fares to numb the pain
I know the route and I know the bend
Where the long highway comes to an end
Ribbon is frayed and the metal is cold
Tales of the city that never get old
Press it down hard till the paper will tear
A heavy weight that we all have to bear
Black ink bleeding on a white sheet
Rhythm walking on a concrete street
Hammer hitting like a heavy bell
A story only the midnight can tell
The diner is empty the coffee is black
The road is a loop and it leads me back
One last impression before I depart
A rhythmic beat like a mechanical heart
Black ink bleeding on a white sheet
Rhythm walking on a concrete street
Hammer hitting like a heavy bell
A story only the midnight can tell
Just a click and a clack.
Now I'm heading on back. Midnight ink.
Midnight ink.
