Steve Winwood - Talking Back To The Night download song

Song Lyrics

an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone
And he s trying not to burn, it s how they make it through, they re talking back to the night
They re talking back to the night, and he s trying not to burn, it s how they make it through
An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
If you listen you can hear them, an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone, she takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed
And they look from such a height, talking back to the night, high above the heat of a summer new york street
If you listen you can hear them, something seems to take every dime the man can make
And he s trying not to burn, his dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn

and they look from such a height
Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park, pulls the shade and draws the blinds
She takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed, that somehow it s all right Talking, woman never minds
It s all that they can do, woman never minds
and he stands up all alone
Something seems to take every dime the man can make, and he stands up all alone
Their voices draw you near them, high above the heat of a summer new york street
And it s no more than he needs, high above the heat of a summer new york street Talking, an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone

He s a preacher and a teacher, and he s trying not to burn
Their voices draw you near them, talking back to the night
an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone
stranded in the dark of a vision in the park
Talking back to the night, something seems to take every dime the man can make
She gives him all she has to, talking back to the night
And he stands up all alone, and they look from such a height
High above the heat of a summer new york street, it s all that they can do To, an out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone

And it s no more than he needs, and he stands up all alone