Texty:
Pat Monahan

Cowboys and Indians, heteros and gays Blacks and whites and all of their ways Their all dancing underneath the moon Lawyers and army men, the left and

Seems like it's always midnight Sweepin' up broken glass after every fight But the sound of a train that I could have been on Remindin' me that the last

two money makers one fallen star three more that swam ashore then climbed into the family car from the steel mills of Pennsylvania to the piers of the

Last night I slept in a bed of tears But I woke up a better man There's a space in between who you want and who I am And some day, baby, we'll both understand

Thought I could but I just can't wait Started plannin? for my great escape Where I'd live and what I'd leave behind Made a list of things I'd have to

Last night I slept in a bed of tears But I woke up a better man There's a space in between Who you want and who I am And someday baby we'll both understand

Seems like it's Always Midnight, Sweeping up broken glass after every fight With the sound of a train that I could've been on Reminding me that the last

I'm not so sure where we're going Can you tell me how to get there? And have you been there before I'm not so sure what you want But you can find me

I want you and I know you want me too But it's time for you to choose And I know you don't wanna hurt nobody baby But someone's bound to lose The time