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A Carnival of Voices: Midnight Strikes Too Soon
Paris In A Day
Trolley Car
Deliver Me
The Ball Is Coming Down Weightless
All My Heroes Were Junkies
Lay Your Wager Down
Never Lived At All
Self Portrait
Change
Ghosts
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Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a stormUnto the streets of new york cityOnce we're inside, it's a carnival rideThat brings a white knuckle kind of dizzyShe takes me up on her rooftop,Framed by a backdrop of watertanks and chimneysShe's wrapped round a cigarette,Lecturing etiquette, while I look in the windowsBeneath me
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We took in Saturday and it was medicineAnd when nighttime came the skyline just swallowedThe moonCathy lays the blame on Thomas Alva EdisonAnd 60 million light bulbs telling new york thatIt's noonAh, midnight strikes too soonMidnight strikes too soonShe says, “In New York City, they throw theirWishes into wells'cause you can't see a star, unless one hit you whenIt fell”“And if even you caught one,” I say, “whoCould you tell in this whole damn town who'dBelieve you?”
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She smiled like a cat would to a pigeon on the roofShe says, “I look into windows for universal truths”And we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred proof“but if Orion fell,” she said, “I'd tell you”The view from her roof could make your headJust spinIt was like holding up the world in a tablespoonAnd we drank it down, every light in townLike the sweetest, kindest medicineI made my wish on a satellite dishBut still midnight strikes too soonMidnight strikes too soon
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Cathy never seems to slow downShe's a hurricane working a skyscraper townShe laughs at me, says I'm suburban boundBut the truth is I live on a highwayI come to this city for the solace of her roofEvery window tells a story in cold hard truthAs the world spins beneath me, I ask it for proofThat I'm living my life in my own wayOr will time just have it's own sayMidnight strikes too soonMidnight strikes too soonMidnight strikes too soonMidnight strikes too soon