In the Midnight Hour

Believe in dreams, they'll bloom and unfold, or so I'm told (oh)
Could it be this garden path was oversold? (Oh)
Been floored, been sent reeling, seen through the glass ceiling, so now I'll show (oh)
You make your own breaks, impossible takes a little longer, you know (oh)

This time is yours, don't pass it by
We'll get there, come hell or high water

Understand little thieves are hanged, but great ones escape (oh)
Won't deviate from the plan while it's taking shape (oh)
Needs must when the Devil drives, I'll reap what this world provides, and never let go (oh)
I'm a cluster of matches, an obsessed man who is awash in the glow (oh)

This time is yours, don't pass it by
We'll get there, come hell or high water

Yeah, batten down and drink it up
This money in my cup will only get me so far
The holy diver, the sole survivor
Come hell or high water

This time is yours, don't pass it by
We'll get there, come hell or high water

Understand little thieves are hanged
Great ones escape, bite, kick and scrape
The holy diver, the sole survivor
Come hell or high water



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Lee Cropper, Wilson Jr. Pickett
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