Midnight Strikes Too Soon-Ellis Paul

Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm unto the streets of New York City ONce we're inside, it's a carnival ride that brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy She takes me up on her rooftop, framed by a backdrop of watertanks and chimneys she's wrapped round a cigarette, lecturing etiquette, while I look in the windows beneath me We took in Saturday and it was medicine and when nighttime came the skyline just swallowed the moon Cathy lays the blame on Thomas Alva Edison and 60 million lightbulbs telling New York that it's noon Ah, midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon She says, "in New York City, They throw their wishes into wells 'cause you can't see a star, unless one hit you when it fell "And if even you caught one," I say, "Who could you tell in this whole damn town who'd believe you?" She smiled like a cat would to a pigeon on the roof She says, "I look into windows for universal truths" and we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred proof "But if Orion fell," she said, "I'd tell you" The view from her roof could make your head just spin it was like holding up the world in a tablespoon and we drank it down, m every light in town like the sweetest, kindest medicine I made my wish on a satellite dish but still midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Cathy never seems to slow down she's a hurricane working a skyscraper town she laughs at me, says I'm suburban bound but the truth is I live on a highway I come to this city for the solace of her roof Every window tells a story in cold hard truth as the world spins beneath me, I ask it for proof That I'm living my life in my own way or will time just have its own say Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon