Midnight Blues Songtext
von Casee Wilson
Midnight Blues Songtext
It′s the middle of the night
And the moon is gliding over
All the birds have taken flight
To rest their heads until the dawn
My piano calls to me
So I go and get some coffee
Write a line or two or three
Before the inspiration's gone
I′ve got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I've got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
Now the drunks have gone to bed
And the streets outside are silent
The only sound is in my head
And the beating of my heart
The ink is running from my pen
As I'm scribbling and sketching
As I try to write again
And put some life into my art
I′ve got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I′ve got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
And so this is how it goes
I pass the time 'til morning
The ideas slowly dawning
I′m hoping that it shows
All the work and all the thinking
Just to keep myself from sinking
I've got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I′ve got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
And the moon is gliding over
All the birds have taken flight
To rest their heads until the dawn
My piano calls to me
So I go and get some coffee
Write a line or two or three
Before the inspiration's gone
I′ve got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I've got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
Now the drunks have gone to bed
And the streets outside are silent
The only sound is in my head
And the beating of my heart
The ink is running from my pen
As I'm scribbling and sketching
As I try to write again
And put some life into my art
I′ve got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I′ve got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
And so this is how it goes
I pass the time 'til morning
The ideas slowly dawning
I′m hoping that it shows
All the work and all the thinking
Just to keep myself from sinking
I've got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I′ve got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse
Writer(s): Stephen Lee Cropper, Wilson Jr. Pickett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

