The Music Of The Night

When the sun's done set this ev'ning
You will find me that much furhter down the line;
This big ol' rat race city's gone and
Put me through the wringer my last time;
Your big shot wheeler dealers don't know eve'rything
And least of all what's right;
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.

Your golden city parkways
And your boulevards of lamp light luxury
Made yesterday's decisions seem
Essential to a dreamer much like me;
A constant stream of ev'rything I'd heard about
Was fin'ly in my sights;
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.

Well, the weather's getting warmer and the
World back there has woken up for Spring;
Please tell my friend the newsboy not to worry
That I'm missing anything;
This little bag is all I'm taking with me,
Boys, I've go to travel light;
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.



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Writer(s): Steve Forbert
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