[00:15.87]Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell, in the back of an old dive bar[00:24.27]So I step outside and light a cigarette, take in the fumes of the passing cars[00:32.13]Loud angry drunks and a few cress punks fill every crevasse of St. Marks[00:39.92]Some things have changed since back then but the streets are still so hard[00:47.21]In the lonely hour of midnight[00:53.02]When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light[01:01.42]I feel the rumble that the concrete makes[01:05.06]I might hail a cab down[01:09.16]Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites[01:17.00]In the lonely hour of midnight[01:23.17]Two lovers falling in each others arms, stumbling on down the highline[01:31.34]Up on the bridge there's a broken heart screaming to his valentine[01:39.10]Two sunken eyes at the cornershop trying to get a lucy for a dime[01:47.00]The needle drops and the vinyl turns, I'm gonna burn this one right[01:52.97]In the lonely hour of midnight[01:59.12]When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light[02:07.84]I feel the rumble that the concrete makes[02:11.10]I might hail a cab down[02:16.05]Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites[02:23.30]In the lonely hour of midnight[02:36.00]Calling out for something, calling out for something true[02:42.82]Calling out for something, calling out for something true[02:50.87]Calling out for something, calling out for something true[02:59.41]In the lonely hour of midnight[03:03.21]When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light[03:11.77]I feel the rumble that the concrete makes[03:15.65]In the lonely hour of midnight[03:19.05]When New York City's lying wide awake under the glow of a street light[03:26.26]I feel the rumble that the concrete makes[03:30.47]I might hail a cab down[03:34.03]Right thru the Holland to the interstate, and my soul reignites[03:42.04]In the lonely hour of midnight[03:46.20]And my soul reignites[03:49.40]In the lonely hour of midnight